Maybe Dreams Aren't Meant To Come True

Chapter 3

My whole album is done and I'm pleasantly pleased with the title.

"Save Me"

Five of my singles got number one on the charts and the rest were close runner ups.

I can't believe all that has happened in only four months.

I thank God for Simon everyday.

Thank God for him and my fans.

"Jessica?" My thoughts interrupted by Simon's cheeky voice.

"Oh uhm yes?" I try to act casual, holding in my tears.

"Well the tour starts in one month and I know, it's overwhelming, but I have so much faith in you. Look how far you have come." His eyes shine as he talks.

"Thank you Simon, I couldn't have done it without you. Or my fans." I add feeling my cheeks heating up.

"And you need to meet the boys soon. You should always meet before tour otherwise it's awkward, and you could use their advice for the tour. They probably have a lot of it." He proudly states.

"Of course!" I yelp, trying not to sound scared or nervous.

They're some of the biggest stars in the world, and I'm meeting them?

"Well you have some recording to do for your next album. I know you have a lot of songs done." His eyes pointing at the book in my hands.

I shyly nod.

I have had this book for years, ever since my dad gave it to me when he left to Iraq.

He was in the navy and it's all I had of him, when he left for two years at a time.

I never let anyone look in my book or even touch it.

To me, this is like my diary.

"Well, you better run off to your recording." He says while staring at the paper on his desk.

"Okay." I grin and head out the door.

I hate having just finished an album and already starting another one, but I love it, too.

It gives me something to do, and it's what I love to do.

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"Okay Jess, let's take another round." His tone neutral and his hand making small circles.

I nod and put my headphones back on waiting for the music to start.

ba da bum ba da bum

I nod my head to the beat and wait for my cue.

Here we go.

"Maybe it's not you..

Maybe it's not me...

Maybe this is how it's meant to be.."

I start singing, my heart taking control of the sound springing from my lips.

Singing is what I've been doing since I could talk, and I've been writing songs since I could write.

Nothing else feels right unless I'm singing or writing.

Everyone has their escape from reality, whether it's drugs, dreams, or alcohol.

Mines music.

"Alright Jess, that's a rap! Amazing job! That's it for today, we got the next appointment here." He chuckles.

I look through the glass separating us and can't clearly see the man with him, but he looks strangely familiar.

I scoot off the stool I was sitting on and walk to the door.