DigiDaDon

1 song… 1 BTC When it happened earlier I didn’t quite realize right away what that really meant Despite knowing every inch of relentless work I put in for 3 years to get to this moment, it still didn’t feel real until… I sat down at my childhood piano and, fighting the tears, I played the song. My song. My diary. My story. But for the first time, it didn’t feel like I was singing the song. It felt like someone was singing it TO me. Someone who understood me and who knew to tell me I wasn’t crazy for being like this. Someone who went through the same uphill battles who knew exactly what I needed to hear to keep going. And then I realized again that I was the one who wrote those lines. That I was giving me strength all along. But that someone out there felt it too, enough to put such a value on it. And so many others feel it as well, and show me every day. The song brought me back to reality. The song told me the TRUTH. My own song transcended me for a moment, comforted me, like it knew me before I consciously know myself. And it gave me strength and awareness that there’s a chance that now others who also felt misunderstood, defeated and lonely maybe now feel hopeful. I think of all the artists (musicians in particular) out there who maybe experience this. And we forget that this is what our songs do to other people, until we’re so out of it ourselves that they do it to us. Our own songs heal US first, before we even realize. And then they heal, unite, ignite hope in others too. This is magic. Music is magic. Musi is God. This is only the beginning, but right now I hold back the tears as I sing this little song about all the n0 0rdinary kinds that made it possible. Inspired by other art, powered by a defiant community To all that thought they’d be lonely forever They’d never get a chance That they may as well die But who kept going You are not crazy. You are n0 0rdinary kind. And this song is for you.