My mind was racing and blank at the same time. I was overwhelmed with all this information. I didn't know what to do. I felt numb as I walked into my house. My mom was in the kitchen yelling at someone on the phone. She is a lawyer for some big law firm, so I don't get to see her much. It gets a little lonely, but at least I can play my music as loud as I want.
I walk towards her to try and talk with her about everything. I grabbed an orange from the counter and slowly started peeling it as I waited for her to get off the phone. This happens every time I get the rare chance to see my mom.
My mom angrily hung up the phone and ran her fingers through her hair. "Some people are idiots."
"Was that work?" I asked trying to start a conversation.
"Yes, they have morons working for them."
"You work there," I say jokingly.
She cracks a smile. "Except for me. How was your day?"
"Actually, it was pretty interesting. I was walking around bored, and I ran into one of the people whose songs I sing. It was really strange, but I was offered to be an opening act with him."
"What?" she asks disbelievingly. "Like in one of your little daydreams you always tell me about?"
"Yes, but this was real." I don't understand why she is just brushing this off.
"Well, how are you gonna do that with school? You have a very busy schedule, and you should be thinking about colleges. Have you applied to the ones I told you to?"
I look away. I don't want to go to the ones she picked out. I haven't really planned out where I want to go, but I know I want to major in something with music. "I take online college classes for half of my classes, and the other half aren't very demanding. I could work on my music while I'm not in class or doing work just like I do now just more . . . professional."
"What are you talking about 'your music?' You mean your silly little covers?"
"Yes, mom. I was actually recognized for my 'silly little covers.'"
"You're eighteen, so you can do whatever you think is right. But you need to be careful. I deal with people in the music industry and they're . . . different. I just don't want to see you get hurt."
"Don't worry, mom. I'm a tough girl. I can handle it."
A small smile creeps onto her face. She gives me a hug while she says, "Then, go for it."
My mom is tough at times, but she can be really sweet. She's a pretty good mom once you get past all the overprotectiveness of her.
Now that my mom thinks I should do it, the only thing that's left to do is make it official. I pull out the business card Ms. Davis gave me earlier and call her. She answers right away and tells me to meet her and the boys at a studio tomorrow to work on songs. I go to bed dreaming of the crazy times ahead of me. What did I get myself into?
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The Opening Act
Teen FictionElliotte Graham covers songs for YouTube. She dreams of being a famous singer. Her dreams come true when she is given the chance to be the opening act for Sing of Destiny. How will she go from recording songs in her room to singing for large crowds...