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#1 Howyoumeet.
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A chance? Lack of timing? Nervousness? Under pressure? Hopeful?
That's what I've been feeling these past days.
I'm going to meet a band! A famous, popular band! Gosh.
I'm actually on a low-quality career that I'm hopelessly waiting to be discovered for. I'm a local singer, and else. I'm using my talents to help my loving parents for what they've done for me. What they did, you gotta pay with love.
Just this last week, a someone's band's management called me, aslo had been sending me mails saying that I'm sing great and it matches my wonderful personality.
He said he had seen me play on shows, clubs and in any other events, and he had saw my videos which is a bunch of covers of me singing. A stalker, aye?
He said he had always wanted to meet me in person and give me a deal. Which is working with a popular band of his. I immediately accepted the offer, because this is once in a lifetime. An opportunity. Why not accept it?
Now's the time to meet him and the band.
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Finally. I have arrived to the address is he had given to me. Which is a big studio, really big.
I entered the building with lots of many securities then stopped me.
"Studio pass?" He asked, with his fancy tuxido and glasses covering him as I showed him my pass.
He let go of me and guides me t where they are.
I don't look so grungey, wasn't I?
I'm wearing a grey Artic Monkeys shirt, ripped jeans, timberlands boots with my wavy half-up pony tail styled hair.
Nah.
Just as we arrived. He knocks on the big white door. Soon, the door opened revealing a tall man in his 20's, shotting me a smile. I smiled back, for politeness.
"Hello, Y/N. I'm Joe." Says the man who named Joe obviously, reaching out for my hand.
Hmm. He must've knew my name already.
"Hi, Y/N. Nice to meet you, Joe." I said, shaking his.
"Would you like to come inside?" He asks.
Definitely.
"Sure."
The big room smells good. Its not a normal room that everyone would have, its a 'big-time' room with lots of furnitures and stuffs all over the place. Wow! These people must've been really rich in fame.
