The familiar glow of the studio lights welcomed me as I stepped into the creative haven that had become my second home. Today was different; the air buzzed with anticipation, and my heart thrummed with excitement. Clutching my notebook filled with lyrics, each page a testament to my dreams, I felt a surge of nervous energy mixed with determination.
Throughout the day, I found myself deeply immersed in the world of music, sharing my lyrics with the producers and management. Anxious yet exhilarated, I listened to their feedback, my heart pounding with every word of encouragement and constructive critique. Time slipped away in a whirlwind of melodies and harmonies, my ideas taking shape with the help of the talented team around me.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, my lyrics had transformed into three complete songs. The studio echoed with the sound of music, the melodies weaving a tapestry of emotions that resonated with my very soul. The producers and management wore smiles of approval, their belief in my talent evident in their eyes.
Then came the moment that would change everything. We gathered in a hushed anticipation, the room crackling with excitement.
"Valentina," my manager began, their voice filled with belief, "we believe in your talent, your passion. We want to see you soar, that's why we want you to release an official album."
My breath caught in my throat as their words hung in the air. A collection of my songs, my debut in the music industry, was about to become a reality. The album was slated to drop on my 23rd birthday, a mere two months away. The room filled with cheers and applause, a symphony of celebration for the dream that was now within my grasp.
"Thank you so much for this opportunity," I said, my voice laced with gratitude and excitement.
As the gravity of the moment sunk in, I felt a whirlwind of emotions – elation, responsibility, and an overwhelming sense of purpose. I had a lot of work ahead, but it was the kind of work I had always dreamed of – creating music that spoke to the hearts of listeners, weaving stories through my songs.
It was a late night when I finally left the studio, my heart still racing with the excitement of the day. I tiptoed into the apartment, trying my best not to disturb anyone who might be sleeping.
The silence of the night enveloped me as I settled into bed, my mind buzzing with possibilities.
Just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone lit up with a message from Harry.
Harry
Harry: I left some food in the microwave for you
Harry: Long night?
Thank you, Harry, I am starving 😭
And yes long night....
Harry: what's with the dots...
I'm releasing an album in two months!!!
Harry: Val that's amazing!
thank you Harry
goodnight :))
Harry: Night Val :)
Grateful for Harry's thoughtfulness, I made my way to the kitchen. There, I found a plate of steaming spaghetti bolognese and a side of golden garlic bread waiting for me. With a smile, I carefully placed the plate in the microwave, setting the timer. As the food warmed, I took a moment to reflect on the day. The studio session had been exhilarating, and the prospect of my album release filled me with both excitement and determination.
A smile tugged at my lips as I replied to Harry's message with a heartfelt thank you. With that, I closed my eyes, my heart filled with gratitude and determination. The support of my friends, especially Harry, gave me the strength to face the challenges ahead, making this musical journey even more rewarding.
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