I had a fun little texting conversation yesterday with my producer down in Nashville, the one I’m going to go see in September.
Me: “Hi, Producer. I finally posted my good news on Facebook. If you ever see anything inappropriate that I post, please call me on it. Like, maybe I shouldn’t have called Keith Urban Keith-freaking-Urban.”
Producer: “Just saw it!! So excited for you! Ha ha, I don’t mind one bit. You’ve got Keith Urban, Sam Hunt, Paramore, Thomas Rhett, and Maren Morris to pick from for credits. Ha ha.”
Me: “Sweeeeet. I’ll do some more name-dropping later.”
Producer: “I’m beyond excited to work together.”
Me: “One of my fans asked if I was going to meet Keith Urban. I told them I would faint for sure and drool all over myself.”
Producer: “I’ll see what I can do.”
Me: “WHAT. Don’t tease me like that.”
Producer: “Ha ha.”
Me: “Ask him if he wants to sing my song!!!”
Might as well dream big, eh?
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