After living in Paris for a year and a half, I landed what was my dream internship. I’d be working in the music industry, helping French artists reach international audiences. The type of job it seems only exists in Paris.
Coming from Kansas and studying chemistry (as well as French) in college, I never thought I’d get there. It’s not like you learn much about landing a job in the cultural sector in high school, at least not in the Midwest. Yet there I was.
Shortly after starting my stage, I found myself sitting in a small theater in the Pigalle neighborhood, tucked in behind the famous Elysée Montmartre and Le Trianon venues. Joined by a few record label reps, concert bookers, and other industry professionals that had been in the music business for longer than I’d even entertained the idea, I was about to be treated to a private showcase. The stage lights came on, the up-and-coming French band started playing, and tears came to my eyes.
I mean, who gets to do that? I’d never been as proud of myself as I was
I still don’t really know how I got lucky enough to have that experience, but that’s what Paris does. This city is full of so many possibilities that it lets you pursue your passions and live out your dreams, even the ones you think you’re woefully unprepared for. For me, just making it to Paris was something to be proud of, achieving additional dreams while I’m here is just the sweetest icing on the cake!
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