It was 7AM, February 15, 2015. Siri said that it was 24 degrees outside but the ash and frostbite on my forehead felt all of that -13 degree windchill. I was alone and somehow managed to experience the City that never sleeps – asleep. The scarf around my face was useless and I couldn’t tell which was running faster, my frozen eyeliner-stained tears or my legs, because I could feel neither. I finally got to one of the 25 million Subway stations and hopped on the $2 train to Brooklyn (because that $60 cab ride was not the Will of GAWD for my life…).
Now, before I go any further with the story, let me give you a bit of insight as to how I ended up in the middle of New York City, in polar like temperatures. I met Jonathan McReynolds briefly at an event and his project dominated my playlist. A few months later, BDiff was launching and he came to mind. I thought it’d be cool to spotlight him and this “Different” sound. His music was positive and spoke to real life struggles and situations. I knew a lot of the young ladies who were coming to my site could relate to so – BOOM – why not do an interview? But “how” was my question. I didn’t really know him and based on his web site, he was pretty busy. After going through the motions of “I’m this small time blog, he’ll never -blah blah-,” I decided to just take a chance, reach out and exercise this crazy faith I had. I saw that the closest he’d be to DC (for awhile at least) was NYC a week later so I went for it. I reached out to his team and God worked it out. His contact got back to me and he agreed to do the interview in the spare time before his performance. I bought a last minute bus ticket and hit the road. That…is how I came to be the Abominable Snow Rhema, in the heart of the Big Apple. .
So… I finally got to the hotel lobby in Brooklyn two hours before the actual interview was to happen.After I defrosted, I looked in the mirror and noticed that I didn’t really look human. My eyeliner was smudged all down my face and I had dry spots from the only kiss I had gotten that entire Valentine’s Day weekend, from the cold. On top of all of that, I had a beautiful snot train across my cheek. What the heck? Anyway, I cleaned myself up and finally left the bathroom looking half-decent.
Mind you, I only had like a week to prepare for this because God told me to jump on it only A WEEK prior. With the newly launched BDiff site and other duties I didn’t have much time to do much research on the interview location.My Faith was strong, but my pockets were weak. I did not factor in a fee for reserving an actual room to do the interview. I teared up a bit but decided to suck it up and cry on the inside – like a winner. I scoped out the lobby one more time before I was forced to kind of wing it. Winging it isn’t my thing in real life but I didn’t come all this way and freeze my nostrils off to punk out now. I found a little hallway table, RIGHT NEXT TO THE BUSY ELEVATORS. SMH. I grabbed two chairs from the conference rooms and sat them in front of this wall table I found. My laptop was up, got my notebook out and held back tears because I was so afraid Jonathan would look at this set up like“okkkk…no”. I kept asking myself “what would Oprah do? what would Oprah do?” and kept imagining she’d stand -or sit- tall and act like this was the best, undisturbed interview set up of all time and…that worked up until about 30 minutes before the interview.
I called my Uncle like “bruh…this…like…omg” and he encouraged me that this would be a different kind of interview and to run with it because hey…it’s BDiff! Haha, I guess. So I hit up Jonathan’s team to let them know that I was downstairs. I double, triple checked everything, sighed and said “welp, here it goes. All things work for the…All things work for the…” (scripture reference; Romans 8:28). I left my little set up and went down the hall to meet them. Scared out of my mind that a hotel employee would realize my little set up and destroy it, I held my anxiety in and greeted Jonathan and his manager. I walked fast but slow enough so I didn’t seem eager to check my interview spot and I was glad to see that it hadn’t been messed with. I didn’t look at Jonathan’s face when we came around the corner where my GRAND STAGE was. I just turned on my laptop, he sat his guitar down, his manager (Hey Walt!!) hid behind a wall in the cut and I got right into the interview.
Now, he may have done dozens of interviews before me but this was my first. Though I had faith he’d say yes, I don’t think I was actually really ready for what would come after that yes because I had little to no time to register it. Lol. Mannnn, during this interview, it’s like everyone working in the hotel that day decided TO DO THEIR JOB. *mad face emoji* They were vacuuming, moving furniture, one guy looked into the camera -_-, people were talking and using the elevators, I sucked it up that whole interview. Jonathan was into it, answered all of the questions awesomely…so I chilled out, or so I thought.
Once we wrapped things up and parted ways, I went back to the bathroom and cried. I’m mad out of my comfort zone telling you guys this and he might actually even read it but hey, there’s a lesson in here somewhere. I cried and at first, I wish I could have told you that they were tears of accomplishment but no, they were tears of disappointment. I remembered everything that went wrong and that was overwhelming me the entire time. I thought about how I could’ve asked questions differently, how I could’ve gotten a quieter space, how I wanted to punch that guy who was vacuuming in the in neck – the works. This was my first interview ever and it was with an amazing new recording artist and I thought I messed it all up. Mind you, none of this was communicated to me by Jonathan or his manager. They were perfectly fine… The perfectionist and doubter in ME were the culprits of this whack thought process.
I called my Uncle again and started freaking out. He reminded me that I got on a bus last minute, beat out a blizzard here at home in DC to get to NYC, walked blocks because the cab drivers suck, learned the NYC Subway system, risked getting bit by the legendary tunnel rats, froze my nose off and made this happen despite everything fighting against me. I womaned up, grabbed my ovaries and put on my big girl “I ain’t never scared” drawers and GOT the interview! I had to stop slapping God in the face with my crazy antics and actually thank Him for the opportunity and doors opened throughout this whole thing. I had to realize that yo, this is a big deal because I actually pushed through the little things that would have normally held me back. This interview was an experience I almost missed out on.
So I froze my hiney off and said all that to say….SET UP INTERVIEW STATIONS ON WALL TABLES WITH STOLEN CHAIRS WHEN THE CONFERENCE ROOMS ARE TOO FRIGGIN’ EXPENSIVE AND GET IT DONE!
Most of our battles are in our minds and when we conquer those, we fly man.. we fly. Sometimes you just have to “GO” when God says GO and think about the rest later, if at all. I had my laptop, two chairs and a dream to put God’s Word out there with different perspectives and words from this guy and I did it. The Lord showed me that it’s not always about having the perfect or biggest set up, it’s about hitting the record button and working with what you have. I had iMovie that decreased background noise and enhanced voices, cropped vaccumers and nosey camera peakers out…so I would live to tell the tale of how I conquered the 2015 Ice Age and all of my nit-picky fears. Since then, the interview has received over 5000 views. Despite all my reservations and doubts 5000 of you still viewed it. That’s amazeballs!!!! Look at Gawd.
Every step in your progress won’t always look or feel great or “ordained”but it will always BE grand because it’s a step forward nonetheless.
I ended my night with a White Mocha from Starbucks and a great conversation with a stranger whom I gifted with the Life Music CD. She helped me navigate my way back to Manhattan and texted me a few months later thanking me for the $10 gift because it blessed her life. 1 interview, 2 winners, endless blessings.
That is what went on from my perspective, before, during and and after my interview with the now Grammy nominated, 11 category Stellar Award nominated, 2 album, month long #1 billboard recording artist, Jonathan McReynolds.
To Jonathan: Thank you for the 15th time for sitting with me and the entire cleaning crew at the hotel that day. Lol. You may have done interviews on much bigger platforms but to me, this interview was done on my biggest platform yet and for that, I’m grateful. Congratulations on all of your successes and I expect nothing but greatness in the future. You’re on fire for God and that will always keep you on top in life, no matter how many people do or don’t come to your shows or how many records you sell. You’re winning!
To Walter: Thanks for coming to meet me in the lobby and unknowingly forcing me to keep a cap on my anxiety. You’re the bestesttttt! -Remember to smile in your photos every once in awhile!
P.S: If you haven’t seen the interview, watch it HERE.
Love ya and always BDiff!