“Life carries you, but music gives you wings.”
Me
Start of a campaign
“My plans look like a chicken trying to fly.”
After watching the movie Nosferatu, I found myself in a fascinating conversation. The thought of returning home to sleep alone after a horror movie threw me for a loop. I wanted to be a duo, not solo. This feeling was a warning sign since I had made a bad mistake the last time I found myself in such a situation.
That earlier mistake ended up being a blessing in disguise after a deep talk with my BFF. My hidden talent as a politician began to shine through as I unravelled the philosophy of turning setbacks into stepping stones while sitting in front of a steaming bowl of ramen. I’ve decided to run for “Solo of The Year 2025,” and my BFF has stepped up as my campaign manager. That day, I kicked off my campaign with a catchy slogan: “Let’s make mistakes great again.”
In this reflective mood, I voiced my thoughts about my plans as a Solo of The Year 2025. There was no sense of lift-off—only the frantic flapping of chicken wings in panic when something unexpected occurred. My campaign manager outlined her ambitious plans, referring to them as starting a new chapter. I couldn’t help but compare it to my approach: writing a complete sentence devoid of any descriptive flair, like a first grader saying, “I like dogs.” That’s not the way to compose a meaningful history.
To be honest, I didn’t envision the future, and when there’s no future, there are no plans. That’s definitely not my usual state of mind. I’m typically the person who paints the future with vibrant colours. Even in tough situations, I sprinkle in enough glitter to make it shine even brighter. That’s the real me, so I took a moment to reflect on what was happening.
- Is it because I’m old?
- You´re not old!
- I´m older than you! More than twenty years.
- That’s true…but you don’t act like an older person.
- How do I then act? Like a child?
- I think more like an ageless person.
- Good things never get old. They become classics to be remembered!
- Well, this is what I meant. I can’t put an age on you. The scale is…wide.
Classics are made in Vaasa
We were off to our first campaign trip to Vaasa. The reason for going there was the same as always: the idea came, immediate planning, and in 15 min, we booked our trip to Vaasa to watch a hockey match. I was running to be the solo of the year, so I needed to test my ideology in a harsh environment, such as an ice hockey match and a local bar surrounded by local people.
After the match, we asked a taxi driver for the best hangout spot in Vaasa, and he took us straight to a karaoke bar. While it might have felt like a personal nightmare for me, the campaign manager was in pure bliss, humming Mamma Mia.
I was now committed to embracing a classic night out in Finland, and she insisted on making it authentic by sampling every cringe-worthy drink I could recall from my teenage years. She urged me on, and I ordered from a list that promised hangovers to remember, although it lacked Kossuvissy and Syvyyspommi. I was too engaged with my fans to think about the menu. I discovered that singing karaoke was the key to capturing local men’s hearts.
- Can I offer you a beer?
- Sure, why not?
- You are very beautiful.
- Thank you.
- Are you single?
- Yes, I am, and I want to stay that way.
- I´ve been single for three years, during which time I have studied women.
- Really?
- Yes. Trying to understand what a woman needs and understanding.
- Well, that’s great. What have you learned?
- For example, I just want to get to know you. I don’t want to have your pussy tonight, but maybe after three weeks, it would be great.
Even though my manager was in the mood for taking a shot, I suggested that we end our campaign. I want to be The Solo of the Year 2025 and go to our city apartment in Vaasa.Our lovely evening ended with witnessing a classical pizzeria fight.
It was such a classic night out of the Capital City area, an unforgettable experience, especially for my campaign manager, who faced the hangover of a lifetime. At the same time, I was committed to my solo path.
Ugly Duckling
After that night in Vaasa, I found myself reflecting deeply on my journey, much like the plot of The Ugly Duckling, a story I cherished as a child. My father often recounted how I would tear up when the ugly duckling transformed into a swan, discovering his true self only after seeing his reflection in the water. The tale resonated with me, depicting a quest for belonging after feeling out of place for being different. With time, I realised this story mirrored my own—minus the grand transformation.
I attended ballet classes a few years back and often pondered why the mirrors were covered during our lessons. After months of perfecting the choreography, our Russian ballet teacher finally unveiled the mirrors for our grande finale. I was thrilled to have a solo part, performing leaps with perfect plié across the floor. It was my highlight of the choreography, where the passionate music infused my movements, and I felt enchanting.
Suddenly, I glimpsed my image in the mirror—it looked like a chicken attempting to fly. The music lifted my spirit by giving me wings. All in my imagination.
I thought my Russian ballet teacher employed harsh methods from the KGB, but he approached me with a Russian heart and said, “No, no, no, Pinja! The mirror doesn’t see your passion, hopes, and dreams! Forget about the mirrors, forget about others—dance for you!”
At that moment, I understood why my future felt like a chicken in flight. There’s no clear path ahead just yet; I’m in the process of ending a story. It feels more like penning the final sentences than writing complete paragraphs. Turning bad mistakes into good ones and setbacks into stepping stones, I can’t yet see the swan in the mirror, but the music gives me wings to fly, maybe drift or just free falling as a Solo of The Year 2025.
Do you believe
Night Tapes
That you’ll stay forever young?
With the right technology?
Evade the laws of physics?
What about
The crust that forms around your soul?
The loops of recurring thoughts?
The edges of your being?
And I feel
I can begin again
after drifting.
Let me tell you a story 
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