My day starts like any other day. I wake up to the sound of my land lord arguing with his wife downstairs. It's always like this, the land lord is an alcoholic and relies on his drinks and drugs to feel good. The land lord, Mike, slightly reminds me of my dad.
I make my way down the dark stair case and walk into the shared kitchen. I walk towards the fridge and take out a yogurt and a smoothie. I reach over to the cutlery drawer and take out a straw, a spoon and my Swiss Army Knife that Mike took away from me after I threatened him with it.
I rush back up to my room, lock the door and sit on the floor with my back leaning on the door. I eat my yogurt and chug my smoothie as quickly as I can.
I walk over to my wardrobe to pick out two outfits to choose from. I look at both of the outfits and choose to wear a pair of smart, black jeans and a red dress shirt.
Today's the day I pitch my album to the record company: Fueled By Ramen and hope I get signed onto their record label. Everyday I've prayed, hoping something like this to happen, for me to finally make my mark on the music industry.
I place the empty bottle and yogurt pot on my desk and I grab my purse-size rucksack. I pack it with a phone charger for my car, the USB stick holding my album and my Swiss Army Knife for good measures.
I rush out of my room and local the door behind me. I run downstairs and towards my car which I nicknamed Cherry Bomb. I fumbled in my pocket and grabbed the keys belonging to my red 1964 Chevy Impala.
I unlock her and throw myself into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind me. I place the keys in and she purrs into life. 'I don't think I can't ever get over how her engine purrs.' I think to myself.
I place my foot on the pedal and I race off to Fueled By Ramen Records. To help calm me down I connect my phone to the radio and put on my favourite song playlist. I turn the volume up as song after song plays through Cherry Bomb's speakers.
After a while driving, I arrive at my destination and place my phone back into my backpack. I chuck my backpack onto my back and take a deep breath.
The lyrics of Livin' On a Prayer by Bon Jovi play through my mind and I walk up towards the entrance.
'This is it. My time is now. Let's do this!'
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