The Heroes Journey!

We had just landed in Dunedin from the SHEEP band tour, and I had never felt such bubbling excitement to launch into the next chapter of my life. All we were doing was driving through the city, and yet I still felt that excitement nestling in my bones. This is the place where I am going to build my Quest lifestyle, I told myself eagerly. Dunedin was the place that I was going to establish my own self-made career as a Musician and a Writer, to achieve financial independence by doing what I was born to do.   I should have been anticipating our final performance of the SHEEP tour. But there from the passengers seat of my own car, I was instead taking a mental note of all the cafes dotted around the place as we drove to the Attic; to our final show. I love going to cafes. And there were so many in Dunedin! I wondered which one would be my favourite.  The following day marked the beginning of my new lifestyle, and I found myself just standing there in my empty room. I need to

Lamp light and rain washed over George street. Car wheels kicked up water as they sped by. The first signs of winter were welling up in the Dunedin skies, and falling upon the city streets. Pedestrians shied away from the drizzle, walking swiftly beneath the shelters. Tommy and I didn’t mind; we weren’t going far anyway - just to the Attic. Strapped around my shoulder was my Korg R3 Synth, and Tommy carried his guitar case. It was time to make the next move with SHEEP, and take to the practice room once again.   “Do you think he’s here yet?” I asked Tommy as we crossed the road. “I hope so. He’s got the keys,” he said. We reached the side-door up to the Attic; it was slightly ajar, and the light was on. We exchanged a quick thankful look, and proceeded into the Attic. Up the narrow stairs, through the dusty rooms and over the creaky floorboards, we made it to the practice room and went in. Johnny was indeed there, twirling his hair with one hand and holding drum sticks in the o

Moke Lake, the hidden gem of Queenstown. The perfect place to film my first video. And the day couldn’t have been better. Sitting in the middle seat of our hired car, squished between my brother and sister, I eagerly watched as the lake came into view. The whole car suddenly lurched. “These bloody potholes!” Dad exclaimed. I got a sudden jolt of excitement - the gravel road to Moke Lake made it all the more adventurous. Pulling up the sheet of paper with the list of my original piano songs, I tried to envision which song would suit the setting of Moke Lake the best.  That list was the key to building myself up as an Artist. I had chosen Youtube to be the primary platform to share my work, as it was on Youtube where I was initially inspired to begin my own musical journey. Ever since that first spark of passion for the piano, I had always been watching ‘Original piano music’ videos, being constantly inspired to compose my own original music. Now at the ripe age of 21, I was

The tie was trying to choke me, and if my pants were any tighter they would be draining the blood from my legs. The suit was too damn tight, and I felt silly to be in a suit and tie anyway. Hopefully the ceremony wouldn’t take too long; I wanted to be out of this second skin and back into my colourful jacket! Six months had passed since finishing my studies at Queenstown Resort College, and one of the requirements of the Hospitality Management class was to wear a suit and tie to college every day. Back then it didn’t bother me too much, because it actually fit me. This one didn’t… After re-adjusting the tie, I wiped the foggy mirror with my cuff. I supposed I looked okay… Bang bang “Hurry up. Mum says we need to go now or you will be late,” my sister said, voice muffled. Late… Graduation was the last thing I wanted to be late to. “Okay, okay!” I hastily sprayed the cologne and hurried out of the bathroom and down the stairs. I caught a brief glance out the window - it was a p