Unfortunately I am one of the 1,000 or so people who were duped into your now infamous ‘workshop’.
I was so excited to purchase my $167 ticket that I made my little sister sit and wait in the car with me before we went in to buy holiday decorations just to be sure I could secure my spot. I marveled at your honesty and your transparency in what it meant to grow up over the years and I can remember the first time I stumbled onto your stories and stayed up until 4 am staring at the blue light of my phone completely infatuated. You connected to many of us in a way that we’d been searching for. A leader of our introverted lonely hearts club band. For that reason, and that reason alone, we purchased said tickets to your event across the US. We wanted to see you. I thought that was clear.
No, not for the journals and the salads which you so lovingly began to swat at us once you realized you may have collected your (thousands of) dollars too soon. As in before booking venues. Before running budgets (!!!). Before committing and selling thousands of dollars worth of tickets. No, not because we’re demanding, corporate worshiping sheep. Right? RIGHT?
Sitting here I began starting to question that. Am I stupid for trusting you? Are we the real punchlines who spent our hourly wages to support you and see your ‘workshop’? Is this an instance of blind faith? AM I IN A CULT? *crying eyed emoji*.
Jokes aside, this is not cute. In the least. Reading your scattered updates last night once again by the blue light of my phone, I start to panic seeing you’re now ‘realizing’ that the ‘tour’ should in fact just be done from New York. And that THAT is really what expectations SHOULD have been since you’re doing it all on your own. Wait what? Move all the dates to New York? When half of the tickets sold were in cities on the West Coast? (???) The unmistakable feeling set in. The one you can’t ignore. The one where you realize you completely misjudged someone.
I’ve answered my original question, in part due to a random stranger on twitter who saw my tweet into the ether last night and pointed me in the right direction towards ~the truth~.
It was there I took off my millennial birdbox blindfold and realized that as catfished as I felt, this was not on me. You see, there is never a good reason to dupe people. ESPECIALLY those who quite frankly adore you.
Though I wish I’d had the wisdom of Kayleigh Donaldson before investing my $ into you, Miss Calloway, I’m the most sad about investing my time. It seems you’re the kind of person who sold tickets to a tour you didn’t plan. Made promises that you never intended to keep. Showed no self accountability or professionalism when you realized the direct result of your inability to do so resulted in the financial and emotional strain of said fans. And all of us, those 1000 or so people. We truly were.
That groupie? She was a band-aid. All she ever did was love your band! …You guys, you’re always talking about the fans, the fans, the fans; she was your biggest fan, and you threw her away! And if you can’t see that, that’s your biggest problem.
William Miller, Almost Famous