THE TOP OF THE WORLD AND BACK AGAIN

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"Oh, come on boy, just forget about that. Singing will never get you anywhere. What do you even want to be when you've grown up? One of those brainless, jobless musicians that crawl about the streets begging for money? Is that what you want to be?"

"Just leave me alone, dad!" Joe shouted, stomping into his room and slamming the door in front of his father's nose. He slumped down onto his bed and sat there for a while, his head in his hands.

"...don't know what we're supposed to do with that guy, he'll have to decide his future at some point. He's an adult now." he heard his father's voice from the hallway.

"He's only seventeen; don't be so harsh, Frank, give him some time."

"Well, just look at him, sitting in his room all day, do you think that's studying what he's doing there? Sitting in his little bathroom all day humming along with the shower..."

Joe couldn't listen anymore. He would have thought you'd get used to those parent arguments with time, but it didn't seem like it. Opening his laptop he placed his headphones over his ears and went to Spotify.

🎶"Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing, when the pressure's coming down like lightning..."🎶 Those lyrics just spoke to him so much in moments like these.

"If only I had the support of my parents...," Joe whispered desperately. "Everyone who became really successful, they all had that."