For nearly a year, I had the exhilarating role of managing Kid Bastien's Camellia Band, a position I believed would catapult the group to stardom. My vision was crystal clear: promote the band, secure gigs, and pave their path to success. But as I quickly learned, the reality was far more complex.

One pivotal moment stands out—striking a lucrative deal with the owner of Yonge Station for his vibrant second-floor bar. I crafted a dream contract that promised big bucks for everyone involved, complete artistic and design control, and all the perks one could imagine. The band was buzzing of the band, chose to walk away from it all. Cliff didn't want to play full time He had his life meticulously arranged just the way he liked it—crafting stunning signs and indulging in gold leaf artistry, while playing music a few times a week. He wasn’t interested in changing his rhythm for the allure of fame or money. I wish he had told Mr this when hr hired me..

This surprise decision marked the end of the Camellia Band and the birth of a new adventure: Happy Pals. In a quest for freedom and new horizons, I sold my motorcycle and took to the open seas, sailing south for a year of exploration and self-discovery. What began as a dream of success transformed into a journey of unexpected turns and newfound passions.