the next open mic went better than expected.
after i performed, a man came up to me. his name was Jay and he wanted to make a record with me.
"yeah, here's my card. just give me a call."
it was so exciting. i told Jacques, who was skeptical.
"a producer? here? i feel like i'd have noticed?"
"you worry too much. this guy feels legit."
"whatever you say. but be careful."
i promise him.
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
