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Go see an agent about your music

I stepped into Mr. Miller’s office with Jessica and blocked everything out but the sound of my own voice belting out “Cow Fetuses Need Love Too.” After a few seconds, I heard a scream and opened my eyes. Mr. Miller had his hands over his ears and had crawled under his desk. Apparently, my voice hadn’t improved over the years, I just grown immune to its effects.

I stopped singing and knelt down. “Mr. Miller,” I said. “I don’t have to be the one singing. It’s all about the music, right Mr. Miller?” I slid the lyrics to “Cow Fetuses Need Love Too” over to him, sure that he would see what a treasure the song was, even if he wouldn’t be able to hear it sung.

He looked down at the song and then looked back up at me. Then he burst out laughing. I grabbed my paper and headed for the door. I wasn’t going to just sit there and let him laugh in the face of my dream. If he couldn’t see the genius in front of him, I’d find someone else who would, with or without Jessica’s help.

I went from door to door, barging in on the other producers and showing them my work. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, they all thought it was a joke and so no one called the cops. Someone did ask me if they could hire me to go to the building down the street and pull the same “joke“ on them, but I just turned and stormed out to my car. I wasn’t finished, though. Just because they thought I was a joke, didn’t mean the there wasn’t someone out there would realize my talent and take me seriously. (Which is why I decided to make my own website to promote my work)

What do you choose to do now?

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