Robert, seated in the passenger side seat of the cab, snaps a photo of the Seattle skyline as we cross the bridge and approach the city. I used to want to live here. Seattle has the same freedom of spirit that Austin has, only different…somehow. This morning I am seated behind our mute cab driver. Thank goodness he isn't jabbering away. I hate that.
I wrote the above paragraph about five hours ago. Since then, we performed on a very polite morning news station in Seattle. Afterword we enjoyed a mouthwatering lunch of bread soup and blood orange salad.
Now we are seated at the Seattle airport patiently waiting for another hour to pass so we can hop on a plane and meet up with everyone in Spokane. We are always in transit. It seems funny to me that we just performed in one city in the morning, and now we are flying to another city to play a full set.
The news caster asked Dia this morning "So, what has your life been like post "The Voice?"
This is what life has been like post "The Voice": Cab. Plane. Bus. Plane. Hotel. Cab. Cab.
Dia's standing in the aisle at the airport, completely oblivious to the small families having to let go of hands and navigate around this strange girl peering at her phone and laughing out loud at her clever tweets. Robert is sipping on a chocolate mocha that the very nice woman whipped up for him at the coffee place in the airport that was not Starbucks. She complimented my boots, so I liked her.
Dia found a dog.
I found a the loch ness monster.
So, we've had a good day so far.