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posted 4 Sep 2010, 04:22 by Jack Ellison
As an almost unknown musician (317 friends on Myspace, 456 fans on Facebook, no Twitter account as of yet) in a city full of unknown musicians, it's unusual that anyone really sits up and takes notice of me.  Yeah, there are those that tell me how awesome I was immediately after my set, and they'll social network with me, but I'm not sure I have that many true fans.  People don't usually come and ask for my e-mail address at the end of a set, put it that way.

I'm not complaining, by the way.  I quite like that no-one knows about me at the moment.  My songs are personal and I'm really not sure how much I'm prepared to share them.  I do gigs and see how I feel after them, but I don't push myself towards fame.

Anyway, the reason that I'm telling you this is that last night someone did ask for my e-mail address.  Not some adoring groupie, I'm sorry to say, but a lad about my age.  He didn't look like he particularly liked music or wanted to be somewhere as sticky-floored as The Roadhouse, but he said he dug my set and asked for my details.  I decided that he must be an A&R man, and I start thinking about which independent label I'd like to be on.  The moment I furnished him with the e-mail address, he thanked me awkwardly and left.  That was it.

To be honest, I didn't really think about it after that.

About ten minutes ago, though, I checked my e-mails there's one from an Alex Proctor. 

Hi there,

It was nice to meet you last night.  Sorry if I appeared a bit weird.  Attached is something I think you should read.  I can't bring myself to do anything with it, but I've heard about you and think that perhaps you might.

Please don't reply.


Strange that he worried about appearing weird when he follows it up with messages like that.  So this attachment is called 'The Almost Lizard.'  I'm kind of expecting it to be a virus, but people don't usually ask for your e-mail address and send you a virus.  Besides, this whole thing is strange enough that I pretty much have to open it.

The first page is the title page, unsurprisingly.  'The Almost Lizard' by Danny Lizar.  There's a name I haven't heard in a while...