Carley played a gig last week that I actually managed to attend, and she informed the crowd that she was auditioning to play on a cruise ship because it’d get her the funds for the VW bus she wants.
“And I need the bus,” she told the crowd. “Because I’m going on tour with her!” She pointed at me and grinned, and I grinned in return. “As soon as I write the album,” she added.
“And I write the book,” I replied.
“Yes,” Carley agreed. “So, really, we just need three things: a book, an album, and a bus.”
As everyone laughed and cheered, I wrote that down: “a book, an album, and a bus.” Three real, tangible needs to help bring forth a tour that is still little more than a wild idea cooked up one night as I sat and wondered where to go next in my writing career. Of these three necessities, I know this: I know what the book will be about. I know Carley has an idea about what the album will be about. I know the type of VW bus she wants.
Everything I don’t know is a jumbled list in my head right now: I don’t know what the tour will cost. I don’t know where the money for the tour will come from. I don’t know where we’ll be putting on our two-woman show. I have some vague answers to all of these questions, but I don’t expect anything to be concrete for awhile still. There’s a lot to do before we get to that point, but we have, at least, the absolute necessities listed out to get us started. A book. An album. And a bus.