I woke up the next day to my laptops beeping.
"What now?" I muttered to myself as I walked over to the noisy laptop. I had gotten an email. I clicked on it to read the email. My eyes grew wide.
"This email is from school. Apparently from some music producer," I said talking to no one in particular. I read the email. It said:
'Dear Emma Aria,
First of all, I would like to say that I was at your school talent show. I am a music producer. My name is Mr. White. Taylor White to be precise. I produced music videos for all the top singers. For example, Zendaya and Bella Thorne. Also, please don't freak out. I got your email through your school. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I was pleased with your amazing voice and I would like to represent you. The good thing is you can write songs so that is taken care of. So I would like to fly you over to hollywood in the summer. June 10th maybe. Email me back when you make a decision. It is a great opportunity.
Sincerely,
Mr. White.
"OMG!!!!!!" I thought as I closed my laptop. I ran downstairs screaming "MOM, DAD!!".
"Goodness child. I think everyone in China can hear you. What is it??" my mother Rosa asked.
"Mom," I paused to catch her breath. "You know how I performed at the school talent show?"
"Yes and you were locked up in you room practicing for a week. What now?" Rosa replied.
"Well there was this strict music producer. He just sent me an email. Turns out he got it from school records. Anyway, he mentioned that he loves my songs and my voice and wants me to fly to Hollywood. He wants to make me famous" I said all in one breath. My mom's eyes widened. By the time my dad, Randy walked in. He had heard everything. Rosa was about to speak but Randy spoke instead.
"No way are you going to Hollywood. You are just 18. Plus you need to finish your programming so you can make money and get a reliable job" Randy said. He emphasized the word reliable.
"Yeah. Honey, Hollywood? You are good at talking. You can inspire people and teach programming and run a business." Rosa added.
"Hello? Are you even listening to me. It's Hollywood. And I am 18 which is practically an adult. It's my dream. Do you even care?" I screamed.
"Calm down. Of course we care. We just want what's-" Rosa started saying but I cut her off.
"Let me guess. You just want what's best for me. Then let me go to Hollywood. It's just 2 hours from here." I argued.
"NO!!" both my parents fired back. I groaned and yelled at my parents while I stomped up to my room.
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My Dilemma
Teen FictionEmma is your average 18 year old girl. The only difference is that she has an amazing voice when she sings and can program. Her dream is to become a famous singer. When she performs at her school's talent show she is offered a job to go to Hollywood...
