Gracie Hartman is just trying to make it. She gave up everything, just to follow her dreams. She's a singer, and honestly a damn good one too. And someone else seems to think so too. She sings at a coffee house, and one day, that's when they came. Letters, money, flowers. From who? I don't know. And she doesn't seem to know either. [CURRENTLY ON HIATUS, BEING EDITED,] ................................................................................................................................ ******* MY COVER PICTURE IS NOT MINE. IT WAS A PICTURE I FOUND ON TUMBLR AND I EDITED TO ADD MY STORY TITLE AND NAME, ETC. ALL RIGHTS GO TO WHOEVER CREATED IT.*****