The Soorleys

"TRUE NORTH" EP OUT NOW

I'm a I'm a a diva

Recently we were at a department store and a friend turned to Millie and I and asked:

"So who's the diva in the band?"

I'm thinking to myself...I don't really know. I mean no one is particularly difficult...such a tough question...we've never been asked that before...

But before I had the chance to even begin voicing my thoughts, I looked over and Millie was pointing her finger right at me. Me?!

Not only was I shocked at her very swift (and deft) response but when I asked the other guys who the diva in the band was, they all responded in the exact same way:

"Wait you didn't know that you were the diva? Ohhhh I thought it was so obvious"

Sorry, What? 

So what if I only want to shop at whole foods stores? And am always the first to seek out the Green Room when we arrive at gigs? (If I don't get a tea with lemon and honey soon, imma cry). And just because I never want to sit in the back of the van, doesn't make me a diva (I just have avatar limbs). 

What I find alarming is that not only did the whole band agree that I was the "princess" of the family, but they had all discussed it and unanimously accepted it long before this even came up. 

They didnt even give me a chance to explain myself. So here I am, blogging about it. 

Look, I just don't want to sleep in another weird pretend Airbnb place that is actually a gross hostel. I don't want baby vomit on me while we are driving 5 hours to the next gig. I don't wanna hear my little sister incessantly coughing while we go to sleep in said gross hostel. 

You know what Soorleys, I AINT NO DIVA. AND I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS TYPE OF ACCUSATION. BUT IF I HAVE TO SLEEP ON ONE MORE AIR MATTRESS, IMMA SCREAM & MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL.

It's not my fault I have long limbs and a low tolerance for uncomfortable situations. 

I ain't no diva.  

- Lora