finally, waterfire.

how depressing that it’s already august and i’ve only been to two waterfires this year. but, whoosh, was this one a doozy. best crowd i’ve had in a long time!

my brother came along to be my assistant for the evening. the only thing i hate about wyatt’s job is his saturday work schedule. it’s rare that he gets the opportunity to come to waterfire with me now, which leaves me sad and scrambling to find other people to come along. my brother’s awesome, he’s a great assistant/bodyguard, but he’s starting college soon and i’m pretty much screwed. i’d fly solo if there were a decent place for me to use my base so i could safely store all my stuff while i perform. using the raised garden is better for that kind of situation, as the ledge is much higher than my base and it keeps me comfortably above the sea of people. waterfire is a very different beast than plymouth.

highlights and lowlights, with illustrations!

– i pushed myself pretty hard, physically. my bad knee is still recovering from all the strain i stupidly put on it…

+ …it definitely paid off, in every way. mostly in love.

– i didn’t see my favorite fan. there’s an older gentleman who has been consistently visiting me at waterfire for a long time. he usually comes by during my first hour up. he tips, i blow him a kiss, and he does the same, always with a very soft sweet smile. i’ve never spoken to him. but seeing his kind face always makes me feel like, now waterfire has started, i am settled in, i am home.

+ i did get a gift from another kind gentleman. a drawing! of me!

– the only real douchebag of the evening was this guy in a lime green zentai suit who, as he was walking by, decided to stop for a moment and strike a pose directly in front of me. yea, it’s easy to be an attention-whoring asshole when your face is covered. i gave him a bit of a “you need to fuck off now” push, he turned and said something to me [i don’t remember what it was], and left. i hope your suit’s zipper catches on fire next time you’re wearing it.

+ i’m getting better at dealing children who are very wary of me when they approach and making them smile. and that warms my heart like you wouldn’t believe.

+ there was a fair bit of silliness. my favorite moment, oh, i wish there was video of it. words probably won’t do it justice. but i’ll try. this will be rambly.

i had a pretty damn big crowd around me for almost the entire night, but as thick as that crowd got at times, everyone always maintained a good sized clearing in front of me. this space, combined with the fact that they’ve been leaving the streetlights around me on this season, gives me a good view of everything i need to see. i may be a bit nearsighted, but my peripheral vision is awesome, and at one point someone to my right caught my attention. he was standing way off to the side, at the front of the crowd. very curious about me, his arms folded and his expression very puzzled, but not wanting to get closer than anyone else was. so instead of stepping closer, he simply leaned forward to try getting a better look. i noticed this movement, and i decided to mimic it. i crossed my arms, leaned toward him, and made eye contact. this startled him a bit, but he was still wondering if he was looking at an object or a person. [trust me, this kind of thing happens a lot. it’d be depressing if it weren’t so damn funny.] so he walks up and leans in again, very close, examining my face. is it real? i tilted my head, maintaining solid eye contact with him, and he finally got the message. yes, this is a real person. he jumped back. the rest of the crowd giggled. i almost did, too.

these are the kinds of things i remember.

since there is no video/photo evidence of any of that, you’ll have to settle for this cute moment:

and this:

the statue is unimpressed with your attempts to be funny. remember that, folks.

so, waterfire has decided, for reasons unknown to both of us, to move mister anselmo to my area. like, i was watching him occasionally while i was performing. what? the organizers know my pitch is right there, i’ve been in the same spot for a few years now, and they’ve always been so kind and generous to me. so why are they clumping us together? i mean, our acts are completely different, so there’s really no competition. but, still. andrew’s very concerned about this new pitch potentially fucking up my groove. and i do so appreciate the respect he has for me and other street performers. most of the freelance statues who wander into waterfire don’t seem to be at all concerned about stepping all over everyone else’s toes. and i know enough about most of them to be left wondering, shouldn’t you know better by now? waterfire is so spread out, there are so many potential pitches out there, there’s absolutely no need for you to be a mere block away from another performer with the same act as you.

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