I can barely type- I'm shaking that badly.

So there's this little band called Treaty of Paris. They're awesome- if you've not heard of them, go check 'em out.

Back this summer I took a pair of Rachel's plain white Vans and decorated them with my artwork of this band (among others) with LOTS of Sharpies and LOTS of effort...

Well, she wore them to the TOP show tonight at the Metro in Chicago- and one of the members, Mikey, noticed them when she showed them to him. I get a call from Rachel and Claire- while still at the show- saying that he wants to commission me to do some shoes for him.

I WAS SPEECHLESS.

The first words from my mouth were "Oh my God- are you kidding me?" I said the phrase "OH MY GOD" so frequently in the consequent time on the phone that I made it the title of my journal.

Claire, being the sarcastic little smart alack she is replied "Yeah, we bribed him".

I groaned internally, but externally I flailed and paced the length of my dorm, hyperventilating.

"You want to talk to him?"

"Uuhhh...?! Sure....?"

"Hey Mel- it's Mikey"

O_O *spazzing out, shaking like a leaf*

"H-h-hey..."

"Will you do shoes for me?"

"H-Hell yeah I will!!" XD

"Heh- cool. We'll set this up later."

"Cool beans...*nervous chuckle*" --(GOD I'M A LAMEASS)

"Do you believe your friends when they say you have talent...?"

"Uhhh..*more nervous chuckling*...yeah..."

"Cool- we'll do this later, okay? Bye..."

"Bye..."*phone changes hands* >>SQUEAL!!!<<

I <FUCKING> love these kids.

So Mikey from Treaty of Paris is going to commission shoes from me---PAID, I might add.

I'm still in total disbelief, but I can't say I'm not excited. Well, I could say that, but the quaking hands and giddy smile would give it all away.

Maybe I've got some skill after all.

-Mel