Silence. Again.

Crickets.

Again.

“How can this be happening?” He thought to himself.

Seven years of nonstop writing and performing had amounted to nothing.

Unlike his other friends growing up, he knew exactly what he wanted to do in life since day one. When they did a talent show in his elementary school, he did a SpongeBob impression that “killed.” From that point on, he knew this was it. This would be his path for the rest of his life.

Fast forward twenty-five years and somehow he had digressed every year. He wasn’t just not improving - he was literally getting worse everyday. The more he put in, the less he got out.