What if you got to meet the person- famous or not- that you had looked up to for years? On July 24th, 2012, my wildest dream came true, when I met my role model of several years at a one-hundred guest tea party she held in Chicago. It sounds completely crazy, but it’s true. The role model I got to meet is Emilie Autumn, a baroque/gothic pianist, violinist, and singer-songwriter. And probably most importantly, the main reason that I did not commit suicide freshman year. She indirectly taught me to be confident, stand up for myself, to fearlessly be myself, and that it was okay to be mentally ill. Through her lyrics and writing, she helped me get out of my depressive, suicidal episode and finally be happy.
When I found out that Emilie Autumn was hosting a high tea party in Chicago, for which the cost of attendance was two hundred dollars, my heart jumped to my throat. It was a once in a lifetime …show more content…
I didn’t want to, I had to. But there were so many flaws in my plan- we weren’t well off so getting down to Chicago, paying the attendance fee, and other expenses would be difficult to pay; it was on a day that both parents worked; et cetera et cetera. Walking up to my parents, laptop with the ticket information page open in my shaking hands, I took a deep breath and prepared to ask the million dollar question. “So. Emilie Autumn is hosting a tea party, only one hundred people can go, and it’s $200,” I said, and held my breath, awaiting a response. “Well… that’s expensive. Where is it being held?” my dad asked. “It’s in Chicago. I really want to go. I need to go! It’s a once in a lifetime thing! Pleeeeeease, I promise I won’t ask for
When I found out that Emilie Autumn was hosting a high tea party in Chicago, for which the cost of attendance was two hundred dollars, my heart jumped to my throat. It was a once in a lifetime …show more content…
I didn’t want to, I had to. But there were so many flaws in my plan- we weren’t well off so getting down to Chicago, paying the attendance fee, and other expenses would be difficult to pay; it was on a day that both parents worked; et cetera et cetera. Walking up to my parents, laptop with the ticket information page open in my shaking hands, I took a deep breath and prepared to ask the million dollar question. “So. Emilie Autumn is hosting a tea party, only one hundred people can go, and it’s $200,” I said, and held my breath, awaiting a response. “Well… that’s expensive. Where is it being held?” my dad asked. “It’s in Chicago. I really want to go. I need to go! It’s a once in a lifetime thing! Pleeeeeease, I promise I won’t ask for