Sarah's POV
My real name is Sarah Walters, but I am known across the country as Sunny. I'm a top recording artist and my producer loves it. Many of my songs have been number one on iTunes and my videos have extremely high view counts on YouTube.
I walked out of my apartment and headed towards the studio. As I walked through the busy streets of Los Angeles, I was stopped multiple times by fans asking for pictures and autographs.
Not that I minded. They were the reasons I did all this. The late nights at the studio, the hours spent writing and rewriting songs, the uncomfortable outfits, the interviews, the photoshoots, all of it.
"Hey, sunshine," Max said as I walked into the studio.
"Hey, Max." I put my purse on the couch and took off my jacket, putting it on top of my purse. I took my hair out of my pony tail and ran my fingers through it.
"What song are you recording today, Little Miss Sunshine?"
"Let's run through Most Girls, first." I said stepping into the booth. I put the headphones on and started nodding my head as the music started playing.
"Some girls, feel best in their tiny dresses
Some girls, nothin' but sweatpants, looking like a princess
Some girls, kiss new lips every single night
They're stayin' out late 'cause they just celebrating life
You know some days you feel so good in your own skin
But it's okay if you wanna change the body that you came in
'Cause you look greatest when you feel like a damn queen
We're all just playing a game in a way, trying to win at life
Most girls are smart and strong and beautiful
Most girls, work hard, go far, we are unstoppable
Most girls, our fight to make every day
No two are the same
I wanna be like, I wanna be like, most girls
I wanna be like, I wanna be like, most girls
I wanna be like, I wanna be like
I wanna be like, I wanna be like
I wanna be like, I wanna be like
Some girls, like to keep their physique real private
Some girls, wear jeans so tight, 'cause it feels so right, yeah
Some girls, every day searching, keep the page turning
Sleepin' in late 'cause they just celebrating life
You know some days you feel so good in your own skin
But it's okay if you wanna change the body that you came in
'Cause you look greatest when you feel like a damn queen
We're all just playing a game in a way, trying to win at life
Most girls are smart and strong and beautiful
Most girls, work hard, go far, we are unstoppable
Most girls, our fight to make every day
No two are the same
I wanna be like, I wanna be like, most girls
I wanna be like, I wanna be like, most girls
I wanna be like, I wanna be like
I wanna be like, I wanna be like
I wanna be like, I wanna be like
Most girls, yeah
Most girls
Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be
Most girls, our fight to make every day
No two are the same
I wanna be like
Most girls
I wanna be like, I wanna be like, most girls
I wanna be like, I wanna be like
I wanna be like, I wanna be like
I wanna be like."
"That was great, Sunny." Max said into the mic. I sighed as I took the headphones off and ran my hand through my hair. I walked out of the booth and sat in the chair next to Max. "What's wrong sweetheart?"
"Nothing," I stuttered.
"Sarah, I know you. What's wrong?"
"It's just," I sighed. "I love my music, but I don't. . . I wish I could write different songs. I mean. . . All my songs are fun and great, but they don't tell a story."
"What do you mean they don't tell a story? The song you just sang talked about loving your appearance and being proud of who you are."
"I know that, but. . ." I stuttered. "I don't know. I just. . . Never mind. What's next?"
Max gave me a look before turning his attention back to the computer screen. "Well, next week you have a recording session with Charlie Puth for Marvin Gaye. Mr. Hanson wants you to rerecord Walkashame. He said it was too innocent."
I couldn't help but groan at the mention of Mr. Hanson. Carl Hanson owns the record label I work for. He is the one who won't let me record the kind of songs I want to record.
"Great. He wants me to sing the song about the famous 'Walk of Shame' like I'm a slut."
"No he doesn't," Max sighed, trying to reassure me. "He just said he wants you to be more. . . Okay, he wants you to be more slutty. He even said in the email that he wants the music video to be 'sexier'." Max laughed.
"Shut up," I said standing up and walking to the fridge. As he continued to laugh I picked up a bag of chips from the table and threw it at his head.
"Come on, let's just get back to work," he laughed opening the bag of chips.
"Fine," I laughed. "Work, work, work."
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