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Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen - Maybe I Can Help? 

- Madeline's POV - 

"Have any of you ever wondered why there are some amazingly talented artists out there, yet they do not have the fan base and recognition they deserve? Then, we have some.. mediocre talents who have so much exposure and is seen in all of the right places?" Corey, our 'teacher' has ranted on an on about this topic for at least ten minutes now. Music Marketing had its good days, but a lot of bad as well. I clicked my pen over and over, a bad habit I have for as long as I could remember, being as bored as ever. 

"Maybe people just think they're shit," my eyes widened at his words, but I quickly found it funny because Corey had a blank expression on his face. I glanced over at Martin who was leaned back in his chair, keeping his eyes forward. "Maybe those people don't have fans because no one likes what they're doing," he shrugged his shoulders carelessly. 

"Hm, well Martin, I guess you could be right," the whole room filled with giggles quickly. "But, we don't use that language here. Or at least in my class," Corey smiled at him sarcastically. I saw Martin roll his eyes and move to look around the room. His met mine for a split second, but he still managed to give me a smirk. 

"Okay, so for our first major assignment, you must create a project explaining on why marketing yourself is important," everyone, including me, groaned. "Did I mention you can have partners?" Corey added, making the mood ten times better. 

"Dude did you see Karlie this morning?" My attention switched from the front of the room, to right behind me. I think the person talking his name is like, Dillon or something. 

"No? What about her?" The two boys were whispering fairly low, making it hard to understand some words. 

"She was a fucking mess," the Dillon guy paused. "Tears and a nose bleed," I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what happened to her... 

"Damn. You don't think she's on -"

"- Mark, Dillon. Shut up," Corey said, looking in my direction. If he had not said their names, it could have looked like he was talking to me, considering he was in fact staring at me. I kept my head down as he continued to talk. 

"Okay, everyone! Find your partners!" Everyone rushed up and out of their seats to get with someone they knew. Truth is, I did not know anyone in this class besides Martin. So, I am actually praying that we can be partners. I need to socialize more, damn. 

I sat in my seat, still clicking away at my pen, but then my silence was interrupted. 

"Hey Mads," I looked to my right to find a very cute looking Martin staring back at me. I gave him a small smile in return. "God, this was you?" He grabbed my pen and chucked it to who knows where. 

"Ugh, Martin.." I said slowly, putting my head on my hand. "I needed that," I mumbled, breaking our stare to look at the table.