Slowly, she brings it closer, and slides her thumb under the flap. Once it's broken, a single piece of paper is pulled out. I see her take a big breath and unfold it.

She pulls it close to her face and scans it for a second before her hand flies up to cover her mouth. Even from the distance, her eyes are glassy with tears. Somehow, she tears her eyes off the letter and hugs it to her chest.

I can't tell if she's happy or upset until the biggest smile I've ever seen blankets her entire face.

Well, that isn't true. She looked the same way after you kissed her, my subconscious says, and I know if it had a face, it'd be smirking at me with its arms crossed.

Madi

Ho. Ly. Shit.

So, the letter. I take it up to my room to read it, because even though I was alone in the house, I feel like I need privacy with it

I tear the letter open as carefully as I could, terrified of injuring its contents, and also wanting to preserve the giant S printed on the front.

When I finally get it open, I can barely move my fingers to unfold the letter itself. But I'm so glad I did.

There was a lot of information on the page, but all I could see was one important passage.

Ms. Johnson,

We took a look at the tape you sent in, and can say we are very thrilled with the music and the potential that you clearly have. We would love an opportunity to meet you in person and discuss a future with you at Spinnin' Records.

All the best,

Andrew Taylor
Artists and Repertoire Scout
Spinnin' Records

I can't believe this. Is it a joke? Did someone just send this to me to make fun of me? No. This looks so genuine. It has to be. Holy crap.

I hug the letter to my chest, happy tears filling my eyes. I read the rest of the letter from top to bottom, and it gave me details of how they wanted to meet me, and, get this, they want me to come to their headquarters in Hilversum, Netherlands, and meet them.

This was so perfect. I have no idea what I want to do for college. On Decision Day at school, I'd chosen to attend Miami University and take music classes there, since I really don't know what I want to do with my life, so I figured I'd take music like I want to, and then take other business classes that my parents want me to take so I can have a "real" career. But now... now I could have a real career in something I love.

If they like me. Doubt started to creep in. I shake my head to clear it. They sent me a letter. Unless this is a joke, all I have to do is show them what true potential I have. Easy.

This could not be better. My parents had been trying to find a good vacation spot for this summer, too. What better than a trip to Amsterdam? Spinnin' had even offered to pay for plane tickets and a hotel room. What better than a free trip to Amsterdam?

I hear the front door slam and I run downstairs, barely able to contain my excitement. "MOM! DAD!" My parents stare at me as I dash around the corner and almost run into them, waving the letter like a flag.

"SPINNIN' WANTS TO MEET ME!" My sisters exchange glances and look at me skeptically. I ignore them. "They sent me this letter in response to me sending in that last track, and they want me to come to the Netherlands to meet them and "discuss a future with them"!" My voice is so high pitched I'm afraid for a moment it was too high for anyone to hear.

Mom smiles at me, but looks confused. "Honey, remember we planned to go to North Carolina this summer? To see your cousins?" My face falls. Dad gives Mom a look. "What? What's that look mean?" I ask eagerly.

"I mean, you're obviously old enough to travel on your own. You turned 18 a month ago. Happy Birthday, Madi." My jaw drops. "Seriously? I can go? Tell me you're serious."

Mom raises an eyebrow and looks at Dad. "We'll have to discuss it a little bit, and read this famous letter... but I guess that should be fine. You're capable." She adds the last bit when she sees the hopeful look shining on my face.

I'm going to Amsterdam.

******* 

Yay Madi! I'm excited for these next chapters, both to write them and for you guys to read them.

Does anyone know if In the Name of Love is going to have a music video? I thought Martin and Bebe were shooting one a while ago and I was kind of disappointed when I didn't see one... If anyone knows please send me a message! :) -Remy 

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