A Title Waiting For Its Content
Casey wasn’t artistically inclined in any way. She couldn’t draw, paint, sculpt, or design. She couldn’t write. She couldn’t dance. She couldn’t act, or tell a joke or funny stories.
She couldn’t sing or play a musical instrument, or even read music. She wasn’t even a good appreciator of music; she was one of those people who, when asked what kind of music she liked, would say “I don’t know–anything with a good beat.”
(On a side note: What kind of answer is that? “Anything with a good beat”? Sure, there’s plenty of music that doesn’t have a good beat, if by “good beat” you mean “good for dancing”–most metal, classical, and the more artsy style Kraftwerk-type techno, to name a few genres. But those styles of music aren’t trying to have a good beat. Saying you like things “with a good beat” implies “as opposed to that other stuff that tries to have a good beat but doesn’t succeed”. That type of music DOESN’T EXIST. It either has a good beat, or it’s not supposed to have a good beat. Come on, people–think about what you’re saying!)
But I digress. Casey wasn’t creatively gifted, and this bothered her, because she already had the title of her debut work figured out. She thought it would be an especially good name for a one-woman show, or maybe a jazz album. Or a memoir.
Until she somehow acquired the skills to apply to one of those endeavors, though, all she had was a title waiting for its content: Casey Nother Presents A Whole Nother Thing.