A Dark Past with an Amazing Future

-Lily-

This was one of my last chances to become a big deal. As people kept turning me down, I was becoming more and more desperate.

I walked into the radio station carrying my equipment to be greeted by a man in his mid twenties. He looked tired, but it was masked by one of those bleached smiles.

My dream of being a DJ has been stubbornly planted in my head for I don't know how long. It's just always there. Making music is nice because I love it. It's not a chore.

I DJ at clubs and parties and things like that, but I have been trying to get signed for almost a year. Generally this is how it goes: I charm the pants off the people who could potentially sign me, I play my music for them, they love it, and then it all goes wrong.

Once they get a glimpse at my resume, I can see that tiny light in their eyes instantly go out. And suddenly, they're afraid of me. And then of course, they have to respectfully decline my offer. They say that I'm not they're type. One record went as far as to say that I was too good for them. Yeah right.

I used to protest. I used to accuse them of lying because I knew they liked my music. But now, I am tired too. As tired as the man leading me to the booth before I start to set up.

Nowadays, I just nod and quietly shut the door as I leave my dignity behind in their office.

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