What if this whole deal isn't my magic bean?

What if the magic bean is actually going with my friends, the poor musicians, the underdogs that I love.

All of this Bonnaroo nonsense, the ukulele and living inside of myself for weeks at a time, the biting of the tongue and playing Yes Man, the promise of some monetary compensation, that's the money my mother expected when she sent into town to sell the cow.

If I throw all of it away, this new life that I've been prescribed, in favor of my boys, is that the risk of a lifetime? When does it stop being a risk and just becomes stupid?