I awoke the next morning with the sunlight in my face and it felt so warm and inviting. I got out of bed and ate a bowl of cereal. I felt my life was just beginning and I knew what I had to do. I also knew it was not going to be easy and good things come to those that wait. I had to work hard and expect ups and downs along the way. I walked out the front door and it looked just as amazing in the daylight as at night.
I walked for a long time and came to this building that had quite a few people standing around. I decided to jump right in and mingle. Some were friendly, some were not, but that is ok, not everyone is going to like you, yet, that is. I found a newspaper and started reading, maybe I can find some leads somewhere.
I thought, maybe if I play my guitar, someone would listen. I knew I was not very good, but if you want to be good at something, you have to practice, practice and more practice.
After I finished, a man approached me and told me that was the worst singing he had heard. I was devastated, I knew I wasn't very good yet, but that was just plain rude. I will show him and everyone else, don't mess with Gloria, because, in the long run, you will be sorry.
I just threw my hands up as to embrace this new place and thought to myself, I will be famous one day and people will beg to hear me sing. I will make it and I will survive.
