Apr 21, 2009 22:06
The key word is deserving. There is no deserving as an artist. I am no different fundamentally than others my age or with my background. You are somewhat mystified as to my talent as it seems no more or less apparent from my demeanor or my resume. Were you a seer you could grasp my potential, if indeed I had a range and not simply the sky or my ambition. I do not deserve this job. I have done nothing to you to warrant a hand-out or even a favor (provided I have morals or at least an oral hygiene compulsion).
Instead, you bank on my will, my ability to overcome obstacles and criticism, and my belief that I in fact deserve this. I deserve to be good at this. I deserve to be given a job or an internship or whatever will convince me that I can do what I believe that I love. You will reward my ego and articulation and conclude that I am a good investment. I will serve this industry well because I am not afraid that I am less than extraordinary.
Why should you love me, hire me, respect me? You do it in spite of yourselves. You remember that you are afraid you do not deserve this either. You recall the critics and the audience and the first review that told you to go back to Georgia and raise cows. You tell me to start on Monday. You feel good about yourself.
We agree to pretend. I will be extraordinary. I will grow to deserve this.