After I hung up from my call with Sienna, the producer and his assistant walked in.
"Alright, let's get down to business. You can just call me Bryan. I'm gonna hear your sound, and if I like it, your in", he immediately told me.
He sat down with his female assistant, and looked at me intently.
I went into the Booth and put my white beats on, and started singing.
ooooh. show me... how much I really mean to you...
Bryan was nodding his head in enjoyment, and the assistant was even dancing.
love me... like never before! Touch me... like I'm the best you've ever had...
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I had finally finished the song, and the producer stood, with his assistant, and they clapped their hands.
"Bravo! That's the sound I've been searching for! Think you can come by again on Saturday?"
"of course" I replied " thank you so much".
" No problem, sweetie." he replied.
But I realized that as I was walking out of the studio, Bryan was checking out my ass. That bald- headed nigga best not be staring at me 'cuz I will run up on him and go from classy to ghetto in 2.5 seconds.
I returned home and filled Sienna and Grace in on what happened in the studio. If thing went as planned and were successful like today at The studio, I just might be the next Beyonce. Hopefully.
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Teen FictionMilani is an aspiring Singer who moves to L.A. to pursue her dreams. will she be able to find success and love on her adventure to be the next big thing?
