i decide to pursue the studio anyways, without a label.
there's a girl there already. braids and bright lips at the keyboard.
i can hardly breathe.
"hey sis! it's ready to record?"
"you're Lara Max!! you've produced for everyone; Frank Ocean, Chris Brown..."
she giggles. "i know who I've produced for. i'm suprised you do, though."
i scoff. "how could i not? you're a legend, girl."
she smirks. "i think we're gonna get along just great."
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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.
