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My Campaign Manager and I Escape To Europe
Sandra and I had relaxed back into working life in New York, the reports of our former antagonist came back from LA and we had managed to use our influence to enforce some therapy for Elle. We were still a little wary that other crazies might appear from nowhere, for that can happen when your own life is on the up. The Yin and Yang of life dictate that when your own life is good someone else’s isn’t and sometimes jealousy, that green-eyed monster, rears its ugly head to slow down your rise. My theory as always in my life was that being a moving target made it more difficult for that monster to catch me.
Things were jogging along at a fairly tame rate, the only lively thing that had happened was Sandra’s colleague Alyson coming to meet us for lunch and her hair suddenly caught in a gust of wind down the narrow lanes from the office blowing across the face of a guy coming the opposite way that made him walk blindly into a wall and knock himself out. It perhaps wasn’t very nice of us, but we burst into huge fits of laughter at Alyson’s distress. Surely a sign that we should start thinking about our next move.
We had played our music at a few of the New York piano bars and had a small following. We had been seen at Don’t Tell Mama and The Duplex in West Village and we had tried our own songs out at Marie’s Crisis where the gay scene had welcomed our…
