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She’s smiling because it’s almost time for her favorite song to start playing on the radio.
I wonder how much she makes every year on just that song
If I recall correctly, about $3 million every year since she holds rights as the performer and co-writer
Writing is where it’s at with royalties, too.
That’s pretty impressive for a two month run.
According to Wikipedia, it charts EVERY year during Christmas in digital sales. Probably a lot.
I believe you that for most Christmas but did it chart Last Christmas?
I find it interesting that as a European, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that infamous song.
But then we don’t really do the whole thematic Christmas song thing here.Do you pronounce it “an yoora-pee-unn” or “a you’re a peeing?”
I’ll leave it as an exercise for the reader.
The problem is that it’s genuinely a great song, therefore over here it’s played ad nauseum leading up to Christmas in every shop that plays music. And literally every chain store plays music
9/12 was a day of forcing ourselves to live. That’s what she’s doing here. Living.
I was 17 on that day, working my 2nd day at my first ever job. I was supposed to work my 2nd day the day before, but this McDonalds was in a mall. And they closed the mall that day.
It was soooooooo erie that day. I’ve never seen anything like it before or since, and it lasted about a week.
People were just zombies. They didn’t know how to exist. I had a register. I existed by making my own job more important than it really was. In my mind, I was there to serve a purpose of helping people by serving them something firmiliar. Anytime things got intense, I could look down at my register. Burgers and fries. Burgers and fries. Get their drink. Get them an apple pie. Job job job. No need to think. Just need to work.
But everyone else in my line didn’t have that. They were alone. Surrounded by others. All dealing with this together. Individually. Alone.
One woman, in the middle of the line, 5 registers, she’s in the 3rd line, about 4 people back, so literally in the dead center of the line with people on all sides. She’s standing in silence. Then without warning falls to her knees, laying on the ground. Openly weeping. Others assisted her in standing back up. Which formed into a group hug. She was the one who fell, but I think everyone needed that group hug.
I just started giving out apple pies. For free. My manager questioned me, and I said “look at these people. We all need a little something today. If you want to charge me for the pies so be it.”
She didn’t. Next day she had a box of 100 pins. The pins were those lapel pins that you can wear on your dress shirt. They were of the American flag. We gave them out. They only lasted like 15 minutes.
But Sept 12th is a day I remember almost as much as the 11th. Because of how quiet and erie everything was. How everyone had 1000% empathy. Everyone held doors for everyone else. Nobody said a word. It would have been nice if it weren’t for the massive tragedy that caused it.
Yeah, I remember commuting to work in the DC area the days after the attack - and it was so subdued (they did not close our office on the 12th). There was no, or very little aggressive driving - people just going through the motions in shock. That lasted a few days, then we were back to the usual Mad Max.
The night of the 11th I went to pick up a friend that had gone to a coworker’s place after the attacks. There was NO ONE out, other than an ambulance or two. It was completely dead out there, so much that I wondered if I was violating some kind of curfew. Just completely empty streets from Alexandria to Ballston. Surreal.
One of the only times I life I woke up thinking, “Oh thank god, what a fucked up dream.” Took me a few to re-internalize it.
Yeah going to sleep that night was very weird
Fazed*
Phased is something else
I guess she’s not phased either tbf
Oh, yes. The day after the “Glitter” soundtrack was released.
We still had to go to work and we still had to eat.
