I was sitting backstage thinking about how my life had been shaped up to this point. I used to picture people who came in and out of my life, those who supported me and turned their backs on me, my family, and my friends. I am very grateful to everyone who helped me. Of course, mostly to him… I didn’t know that meeting him would change my whole life.
Exactly 2 years ago, I was playing some songs that I wrote with my guitar in the attic of my house. There were people in my life who laughed in my face and talked behind my back, introduced themselves as angels, and actually turned out to be demons. These kinds of people caused trust issues. I also found the solution in music. The music felt like medicine to me. When I had a guitar in my hand, I lost myself and couldn’t leave without writing a new song.
Every morning when I woke up, I would buy coffee from the same cafe and spend most of my time in the attic drinking my coffee and playing the guitar. One day, while I was sitting in the cafe, it started to rain. I thought it wasn’t a good idea to go out in this weather. While waiting for the weather to improve, I decided to have my coffee there. I didn’t realize that I was humming a song while sipping my coffee at one of the tables. A young man sitting at the next table approached me and asked if I was interested in music. When the subject of music came up, of course, I started talking. We talked for a while. He told me that I could share my music on social media. After a long conversation, I learned that he was a music manager. He gave me his number and left the cafe.
What he said stuck with me. Maybe I could make money doing a job I love on social media. I’m glad I made the decision I made that day. It had been a day since I shared the songs I wrote on the internet that it had reached about 7 thousand clicks. After a while, this number increased to 10 thousand or even 100 thousand. When I dialed the number of the man I met at the cafe and told him what had happened, he was as surprised as I was. He offered me a job and I gladly accepted.
At first, I started playing and singing in small cafes and restaurants. My audience was growing. So did my followers on social media. I was getting a lot of calls to ring in malls. Sometimes on the way to the market, there were even those who wanted to get to know me and take a photo with me and get autographs. Is this what it means to be famous?
Within 2 years, my fame grew and I became known in many places. Now, just before my concert in America, I sit backstage thinking how lucky I am. How did I get to America from a small attic? Luck or fate… Whatever you choose to call it… If someone had told me something like this was going to happen, I would have said it was impossible. When someone said, “The stage is yours! I stood up and straightened myself up. I was about to take my first step into an even brighter future.