The Music World

Maggie Martella loves music. Singing is her passion. She wants to do it for the rest of her life and make a living singing. But it isn't as easy as it seems. Maggie has to try to push her way into the music world, because, honestly, it's one of the hardest businesses to succeed in.


1. Intro

I looked into the mirror, wishing I had a more professional look to my face. My straight brown hair fell to my mid back. I love my hair, even though it doesn't look "sophisticated" it looks like me, which is all I could ever ask for. My eyes are light blue and my skin is pretty tan, but not to the level that it looks bad.
I had to make sure I looked good because I was going to be performing again today. No, not an actual concert, even though I wish it was, but I'm performing in the streets. That's how I make a living, well half of the time. I love to sing and I wish I was able to share my voice with everyone. I want to be famous, singing my own songs to the whole world.
Well, it was 9 am so I should probably start getting ready. I started by fishtailing my hair sideways across my head, not knowing if it was a hairdo with a name or anything, and tied it at the end with a small hair tie. I applied some mascara to my already really long lashes. Then I shimmered some light brown eyeshadow onto my eyelids, knowing it really brought out my eyes. I liked looking natural, because I know I already have amazing features.
I entered my walk-in closet and tried to figure out what to wear. After some thought, I decided I should wear my light brown dress that fell to just above my knees, giving me room to move around, and slipped my dark brown boots onto my feet. I put a matching belt around my waist, having done it before and knowing it would look good.
I exited my room and went into the kitchen. I grabbed some breakfast, avoiding milk because I know milk makes people's voices sound weird. So I made an egg sandwich, which was pretty good.
I got myself a glass of water and drank it. I found some lipgloss and applied it to my lips as a final touch. I grabbed my keys and my guitar and left my apartment, locking the door behind me.
I was 19 years old and living by myself in the city of Manhattan. I hadn't gone to college because all I wanted to do was sing. Yes, I understand you can go to college for music, but I wanted to be famous, and I wanted to share my music now.
People thought I was dumb for not having a back up plan, but I figured I could come up with something when the time came. If it's meant to happen, it'll happen, right?
I hit the down button of the elevator and waited for the doors to slide open in front of me. When they slid apart, I entered the small room and hit the number 1.
Its kind of a long ride from my floor to the main floor. Im on the 23rd level. Yeah, I'm lucky there's an elevator.
It pulled to a stop and I raced out into the lobby, which was furnished with comfy couches and tables. I didn't normally stay in this room long. I didn't really see the point.
I pushed through the revolving doors and into the bustling city streets of New York.
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