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.

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3. Chapter 3

    I stood in front of my closet, holding two different outfits in front of me. Both were cute, but I didn't know which to choose. The white dress with the cute heels and earrings, ( http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64205515 ) or the black skirt with the gold shirt and black heel boots and black fedora? ( http://www.polyvore.com/for_story/set?id=64205473#stream_box ) 

   Well, I think the white is too plain, so I'll go for the other one. I pulled on the outfit and sat down at my makeup table. I went for my usual natural look for it, But this time I put some gold glitter into it, but not too  much. then I straightened my hair. 

     I looked into the mirror and loved what I saw. I looked perfect! Now what am I going to sing? 

  My brain was throwing idea after idea at me, but I didn't like any of them. But then a song that I loved so much, what I call the story of my life, came to mind and i knew I had to sing it. 

    i looked at my digital clock. 1:47!!! i have got to hurry. I grabbed my guitar case, i had taken the money from yesterday out ($113 by the way!) I raced into my kitchen and picked the keys up off of the counter and raced out of my apartment, quickly locking the door behind me. I ran to the elevator and made it in right before the doors closed. 

    Mark Collins, my next door neighbor was there with me. We were good friends and had been for a while. He wanted to be a famous artist, and he hadn't made it either. "Hey Mark," I greeted nearly out of breath.

   "In a hurry to the park today?" he asked. He was always asking me how my career was going, as I did for him. 

    "Well, today is a bit different. I'm meeting a recording agent from A&N Studios!" 

   Mark smiled really big and congratulated me and wished me luck, because we both know that just because you're invited to meet them, it doesn't mean they'll like you. 

    The elevator stops and we both walk out, and what I see is horrifying.

  My boyfriend of 9 months, Jordan, was making out with a platinum blonde in the middle of the lobby. I almost broke down crying right on the spot. 

    I ran over to them and started screaming at him. "How could you! I trusted you! I thought you loved me! And, I loved you. But I don't think I ever will again. We're OVER!"

      I began running to the front doors when he grabbed onto my wrist. He spun me around so i was facing him. "Its not what it looks like," He began, but I had heard this too many times before.

   "No? Well what it looked like was you were snogging that blondey over there. oh, but I must be seeing things. Maybe you were helping her find her keys!" And with that I ripped my arm from his grasp and sat in front of the building waiting for my ride to show up. 

    All I was doing was crying, but I had to remind myself I had something big ahead of me. I couldn't let a stupid cheater get to me. Just then a black limo pulled up and a man got out. "Maggie Martella?" He asked me after looking around for a moment.

    I wiped the tears from my eyes and put on my best smile. "Yes. That is me!" He shook my hand and allowed me into the limo before climbing in himself.

   We didn't talk much on the way there, but it wasn't really an awkward silence. I didn't mind not talking anyway. 

    After about 10 minutes we arrived in front of a huge building which could only be A&N Studios. The man, who introduced himself as Charles Lloyd, got out and held the door open for me. I climbed out and he shut it behind me. He guided me into the building to an elevator. He pressed the number 27 and the doors closed. We rode up and when the doors opened, he led me to an enormous recording studio. 

   A man that could only be Drew Helms, founder of A&N Studios. "You must be Maggie. What a pretty name. Lets get right to it, alright? Go into that booth right there, and make yourself comfortable with it." He said right away. I opened a glass door into a recording booth. i put on some headphones and stood in front of the microphone. 

   Allen Rogers from yesterday walked in and started talking to Mr. Helms. He pressed a button and asked, "What song are you going to sing?"

    I smiled, thinking about the song I chose. It totally fit how I felt right now, and pretty much everyday. "Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan,"

    Mr. Rogers looked shocked, but Mr. Helms just said, okay I'll get the music and You can show me what you got," 

   After a few seconds, I hear it start I start singing.

   Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place,
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you?
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you're screaming?

No, you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding

No, you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like (What it's like)

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life

      Mr. Rogers presses the button as if he wants to say something to me, but he doesn't. He keeps his finger on the button, but speaks to Mr. Rogers. "What was that? Thats not you you described her." 

    Allen looked just as shocked, and replied, "She was so much different yesterday. Uplifting, funny, and knew how to move a crowd... Today she just seems different. Depressing and emotional. I don't know what happened."

     Mr. Helms said, "Hmm.. I guess we didn't find the right girl." I don't think he meant to keep the button pressed, but he did, and I heard every word. Memories of my past came flooding back.

         *******Flash back********

   "I'm sorry, you're just not.. good enough," Mr. Collin Wright said to me after I auditioned for the biggest music school in the country. My heart was broken. My parents were right. I would never make it. 

     I ran out of the room as fast as I could and I didnt stop until I was in the middle of an alley. I didn't know which way to go. I had never been here before. I was unbelievably lost. Physically and Mentally. My phone had absolutely no signal, to my it even worse. I didn't know what to do. 

    I pulled out my guitar and left the alley. I sat on a curb and began singing. A couple passed by and out two dollars in my case. The first money I made. I stood up and shouted a bazillion thank yous to them. I took the money to a payphone and called my mom. At the time I was only 16 almost 17 years old, so when my mom answered, I began sobbing and tried to explain to her where I was. 

   Finally when she found me, she wrapped me in her arms, and tried to make me feel better. After that incident, my parents decided I should go to law school. I absolutely didn't want to. I still wanted to sing. I wanted to prove that I could make it. So I ran away. I ran away and found a job at Starbucks in Manhattan. Once I had enough money, I bought the apartment I now live in.

******End Of Flashback*******

 

I started crying on the spot and before they could say anything to me, I was running out the door, just like the last time. I had blown it. Maybe I wasn't supposed to sing after all. 

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