As some of you know, I went to school with a boy who became a famous, and internationally known musician, singer, guitar player.
Since discovering him on social media and following him along, I have reminisced about an art class we both took in grade 11. I wanted to know if he, too, remembers that particular class. In part 1 of this story I wrote about how we met.
Later, I decided to reach out to him to ask him about that class. I wasn’t really expecting a response. I figured he was busy and famous and that he probably employs PR people to run his social media account. But I sent him a DM in Instagram anyway. Part 2 of this story tells you what happened next.
After our short chat in Instagram, I finally got the courage to ask him if he remembers grade 11 art class.
This is how the conversation went:
I blocked out part of the conversation as I do not want to share spoilers here. I have actually written the story of that art class already, twice. Once in the first person (my personal experience) and a second time in the third person (making it sound like fiction, which increases my exposure as per the rules of some of the publishing venues I will be targeting).
This is what he said when he found out that I was writing about my memory:
To be quite honest, I was really surprised he didn’t remember.
It must be said that I was a really shy and awkward girl in high school. I battled with self-esteem issues, body issues, social awkwardness. I had glasses and was struggling with some symptoms that prevailed after my childhood illness (meningitis). Plus I had only learned English a few years earlier, so I still had a heavy accent. Back in the 80s, the school population wasn’t near as diverse as the schools are today, and there were very few non-English speaking immigrants, unlike today. I was one of few who was ‘different’, and desperately trying to fit in (and not doing a very good job of it).
Side note: I made some lovely friends, some of whom I still have contact with today, so it wasn’t all doom and gloom. High school just wasn’t a time period in my life I spend a lot of energy on thinking about. But I completed the task of graduating (with Honors thank you very much) and went on to University. So there’s that. 🙂
The main reason that art class stuck to my brain is probably because of the life drawing. Sketching a body when you are a self-absorbed, introverted teenager is a little nerve-wracking. I took an art class in University years later where we drew the human body in its naked form. Both a man (who was really nervous) and a young woman (who was very confident) posed for us with nothing on. The experience for me, the student artist in a University classroom, was very different even though I was still a teenager (19)…
But it’s that grade 11 art class with my friend in it that is the most vivid memory I have of high school. I wonder if he remembers something about it once I send him the story…? (Only one way to find out. If I don’t chicken out, that is…) 😉
And then, another thing happened:
Just a few days ago I came across another post in my friend’s Instragram feed. This one:
He is amazing, isn’t it? 🙂 ❤
So what do you think?
- Should I send him the links to this blog post series and then start sending out my story?
- Should I let him read my unfinished story?
- Or should I let you read my story first, as beta readers?
I don’t know what to do…
I let a friend of mine, who also went to the same high school as me, read the story in the first person a few months back but she wasn’t particularly enticed by it. It’s part of the reason why I sat on it so long. Then I changed it to the third person thinking it may change the tone. I haven’t sent her that copy (yet) and I probably won’t (or maybe I will). I don’t know…
If you’re interested in giving me some feedback, my email is on my contact page of my blog. Feel free to let me know and I’ll send you the story. Maybe a different perspective might help me finish it…
As always, thank you for reading. See you in the comments. 🙂