oh dear oh dear.

So I was so excited today because, monumentally, one of my songs was going to be on the radio. Yes, the actual, real, RADIO. My friend Sarah had kindly sent my CD into Praise 106.5. They have a 'new music' program, and Sarah informed me that they accepted my CD to play a song from in this program on Monday afternoon. I was all thrilled. A few days before, I started to hear from different people that they heard the DJ's announce my name and mention that I would be played on Monday.

Anyways, Monday rolls around, and Dave, my brother-in-law Gregg, my sister Laura, and I turned on all the radios in the house (stereo sound) to hear my song (which somehow would be so much more exciting to hear when you know that tons of other people could be hearing it at that same moment, too.)

Well, it comes time, and they say that the next song is "Satisfied", by Anna Vandas. We listened. I heard this song that was NOT me... I thought, "maybe they meant the one AFTER this one is my song. This song is pretty bad." They were playing some a very badly-sung and recorded version of "Step by Step". Following this song, the DJ announces, "That was Anna Vandas, who goes to North Shore Alliance Church, and that song was called 'Satisfied'. www.annavandas.com".

WHAT?

How obnoxious was that? How rude. My first thought was, "they'll say they made a mistake any minute now... any minute... any minute now..." and I waited.

Nope. Nada. They just continued on with their programming obliviously.

I was so frustrated. Not only was I disappointed, but they put my name to something that I actually thought sounded terrible. GREEEEEAT. No one will be visiting annavandas.com ANYTIME soon. OH well. My name was said on the radio. Maybe that's enough.

Well, we tried to call, no answer... we left a message, no response. My sister then sent an email explaining their error, and they apologized and said they'd play it next Monday at the same time.

Sooooo... I'll try again. Try, try again. I'll listen again on my tiptoes, and maybe do a fun little flailing dance-o'-joy when I hear myself. Then I may jump in the car, blast it, roll down the windows, wave flags, flash passers-by, and scream like a maniac.

Okay, maybe not any of that car part... But it WILL be dancing, and it will be pretty cool, so if you're somewhere near a radio on Monday, or a computer that you can listen to the live stream of it on, tune in, and email them to request me again!