"In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity." ~Albert Einstein

I dont know what is more significant that I got my first interview on February 7th, 2014.....or that I fucked up my first interview because I had NO clue about the equipment I was using, the environment I would be in, and the chaos that I would experience my first time at one of these concerts.

I was lucky that one of my good friends connected me with the owner of the venue. She said, "look muxer, go talk to him, tell him I sent you and get this shit done." I was SO nervous. I called the venue several times and his cellphone, but the day before I just drove over and got off. The owner was there, he listened to me, he told me he would speak to Javier Rosas management, and that I could come back day of and conduct my interview at his venue.

I was ecstatic, nervous, scared and many other emotions were running through me. But off I went, with my questions, my gadgets and a ton of enthusiasm.

The first thing I walked into was a lot of people, I parked super far.......I found the manager and he told me Javier was on his way, and that I could conduct the interview in his van.

I took in the atmosphere and the ambiance. I will admit it was a bit too much for me. I was dressed in black leggings, combat boots, and a black long sleeve shirt. I stuck out like a sore thumb, people kept staring at me, probably wondering what the hell I was doing there. I had my hair in a loose ponytail. Looking around me the muxeres were absolutely stunning. I couldn't stop staring.....I wondered how they put on their skin tight dresses, I wanted to know how they stood around in 5-6 inch heels for so long. My girl friend met me there and we both took it all in. We were both in awe of these muxeres. We discussed their outfits, their appearance, how they acted. I wanted to know if everything was real. And mostly how they got out of those little skin tight dresses.

An hour later Mr. Rosas arrived. I was escorted outside with my friend in tow. We got to a white van, the doors opened and there he sat. Smiling and friendly.

 His band mates were with him....the first thing I noticed was the delicious scent of cologne that filled the air all around us. On a side note I enjoy a man that can smell delicious.

I introduced myself, and began my interview. I was terrible at it. I forgot words, my brain kept messing me up, I was thinking in English and trying to speak in Spanish. I spent the majority of my time fussing with my phone googling words from Engligh-Spanish.

He was so sweet, he kept smiling and telling me it was okay. I wanted to cry.

Finally, we were ushered back inside the venue. This time we walked in from the back door. To a room full of fans, so many screaming girls. I think my gf and I didn't know what to do. We lingered near the security guards and Rosas management. Finally Mr. Rosas hit the stage. It was an incredible sight to see.....the crowd was electrified, there was a lot of dancing, singing.

I took note of how strong and loud the women sang the songs. They absolutely loved it, loved him, his musicians, the whole thing.

I filmed some of his songs, and then I finished and my gf and I left.

I got home, I transferred the footage to my computer and watched it. I got to the interview part. It had no audio. The rest did.

It was 3:00 am.....I sat there in my dark room. Watching in silence....a screen of a smiling Rosas, who was answering my questions and nothing but silence filled the room.

I cried, I felt incompetent and stupid. I had messed up my first interview, my first opportunity.

I had footage of him performing, but the most important part was missing.

I ended up learning a valuable lesson that day. I vowed to always check my audio and never to let that occur again, that was if I ever got another opportunity..........