when he shows me his studio, his hand lingers on my arm
a little too long.
after the recording,
i feel his hand graze my side.
i tell him to stop.
and he asks,
"do you want to be a singer,
or not?"
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
