America's Sweetheart

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"Yeah, this is my... ODE TO SUMMER!!" I sang into the mic. 

"And... cut!!" shouted the guy facing me through the soundproof glass.

His voice seared through the mic to my headphones... And it hurt. Having sensitive ears sucked at times..

Frustrated, I set the headphones down and walked out of the rec room.

"Great one Melody. I can tell that this one's going to be a hit!" said the voice editor..

The thing was, I had a weird memory. I could memorize scripts, lyrics, beats, and tunes really quickly, but when it came to faces and names, my mind went blank.

"Nah, this was the most shallow song I've ever written so far," I said, shrugging.

"It's genius! With kids trying finish off their last week of summer with a blast, this song is perfect! The beats, the melody, it's a guaranteed hit!" screamed my marketing guy. I think his name was Dan.. or maybe it was Steve..

"Who do you want to rap? Think wisely, with all the concerts and marketing," asked my brother/manager.

Yes, my brother was my manager, and no, he's not like two years older than me. He's ten years older (yes, he's my biological bro), and since he had a Public Relations degree and no job, his little sis decided to help him.

I pondered for a second, and replied, "I don't really like Nicki Minaj, but she'll boost the sales, so probably her for the track. But she's expensive during concerts, so make her only to the furst one, and hire different rappers every other concert."

The manager patted my shoulder, "My sister the marketing genius."

At this the Dan/Steve guy got offended. Oh well.

I reached out for my phone.

I opened Notes, and wrote, 'Just finished with my new single. The title is all hush-hush, but you Melos beware.. It's epic! #newsingle #shh #melo'

"Marketing guy! Proofread the new status!"

The Dan/Stewie guy scrambled to me.

"For the nth time, my name is 'gskoshi'!" he shouted.

My brain turns off during names, I think.

Anyways, he checked it and suggested to upload a pic with it.

I got ready for a selfie, and then posted the status on the usual- FB, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram..

An hour later Nicki Minaj arrived. Being socially awkward and all, I decided to hide in my private writer's room.

My phone kept buzzing with notifications-retweets, likes, shares, follows, and etc.

I had tried turning the notifications off, but then totally forgot about my 'social media responsibility,' which caused media and fans to think I was ignoring them.

It had taken a month to clean it up, and I swore to never repeat that...

My phone buzzed.

I picked it up, "You are speaking to weirdo central."

"Bro-Man reporting. Rapper, result, song, over?"

Weirdo central was a code I had while picking up my phone, obsessive fans that had gotten my phone number would freak out, while people who knew me would respond correctly by their code name.

I know, I watch too many spy movies. But hey, I was in some of them!

My brother's phone call's translation: The rapper [Nicki Minaj] has finished recording, and she really wants to see me, so she's using me needing to check the track as an excuse.