While We're Young

While We're Young is about a 17 year old Hope, who just graduated high school with barely a high school diploma and some big dreams of becoming a country singer. Hope is living with her aunt, her mother is a horrible drug addicted parent, and she never knew her father. Hope's Aunt is trying, but her three time consuming jobs don't do much. Hope never had time for boys, until she meets Niall the boy of her dreams who might be able to make her dreams come true and make everything else wrong in her life better.

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1. Country Girl (Shake It For Me)

I strummed the last note of my original song, "Small Town Dreams." The small crowd huddled together in the pouring rain. They hooted and hollered and cheered my name. HOPE! HOPE! HOPE! Yes. This is what I've dreamed of. I lived in a small town in New Jersey. It was actually one of the few cold days we get here. I just finished my set of Luke Bryan songs, of course. Luke Bryan was my absolute hero. I ran off the stage grinning. "Nice job tonight, Hope. You really killed it!" Marbs said. Marbs was the owner of the small bar, "The Byson Bar", which always had the majority of the town in it. Marbs had a sweet spot for my aunt, so he let me perform every Friday and Thursday. The city loved it. They craved it. I put my guitar in my bag and grabbed my backpack and started on my way back to my aunts small apartment. My aunt was barely home, always working trying to support our family. Once I got home, I searched the small cabinets for food. Empty again except for a can of tomatoes. I sighed. I heated up the tomatoes on the stove and got a cup to fill up with sink water. I tried to turn on the sink. Yepp, they had to turn off our water again. I looked in the refridgerator to find nothing but an almost empty carton of milk. I drank the rest of the milk and ate my tomatoes. I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find my best and only friend, Jamilya.
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