A/N: So I made it a goal this summer to write an entire multi chapter in a summer and this one is it. It's sorta a remake of American Dream and also an idea that sparked my mine from Twitter (thanks Katie and Cassie btw). I'm so excited to really challenge my writing and do this for you guys. And also thanks to Meg for agreeing and starting to be my beta reader for the story as well :) Enjoy.

"Nice job, Ally. You did wonderful."

"You always say that dad."

It was always the same routine for Ally Dawson. Her so called music career, if she could even call it one wasn't exactly starting the way she wanted. Sure, she didn't believe instant fame would come to her, but it's been a year now. Shouldn't there have been some progress? It was tough out there for an indie artist. Or so, that is, what she likes to calls herself. All her songs are written by herself as well as the countless demos she keeps in the back of her car. It's not like she would ever get discovered. Living in L.A., you are either a major star within your first five years or moving back home. That's just how this industry works. Or at least that is what her dad told her.

Ally's been there for four and her fifth year was approaching fast.

Her dad, despite him attending every show and being there for her morally, reminds her that he's only paying for her "career" until the five year mark. Then she's on her own or working at the family's successful music store in Florida for the rest of her life, with her dad saying. "I told you so". For the past month or so, her dad has been staying with her in L.A., leaving her aunt and uncle to run the shop down in Miami while he was gone. This made her happy that he was supporting her music, but fearful that her time was running out.

"Because you did honey. And so did the tens of people at your gig today as well." She froze. He didn't mean it to sting but it did. Tens of people, that's all she's got for a following. She's tried almost everything. Youtube, agents that ended up taking her money before she had the chance to use it. All of it was becoming useless. This was her goal. This was her dream. She's been through so many roadblocks that she might move back to Miami herself. "Thanks, dad." Her only reply before she walked over to the bar which the bartender gave her the same look he does every week. "You want the regular Ally?" She nodded. "Thanks, Dallas. That would be nice." He nodded before sliding the drink towards her. "Figured you want it as soon as possible." He winked before walking towards the end of the bar.

She smiled for the first time since her performance, but it quickly faded looking back at her drink. She felt a presence next to her as she began to take her cup in her hands. "Dad, I get it. You didn't mean it. I don't need the usual lecture." Sipping her drink, she didn't expect the voice to reply. "Wow, that's the first time I met a potential signee and I got mistaken as a father." She spits out her drink, right on him.

And that was when Ally Dawson, met one of the people who changed her life. The day she met the head of Ramone Records.

Two weeks later, she is walking inside a large building with her bag clutched against her chest and the best music she's got. The place seemed like a dream. It was big and busy just like she thought it would be. It was great. "Hi, I'm Ally Dawson. I'm checking in for a meeting with Ronnie Ramone." She spits out quickly to the lady at the reception desk. She eyed the brunette before popping her gum. "Hmm...let's see. Dawson….Dawson...Daw-oh. You are actually on here." Ally frowned at the comments before looking down at her appearance. Did she look bad? "Sorry, we get a lot of fakers in here. Here's your pass. You're meeting him on the eighth floor. Someone will guide you once you are there." She slides the clippable pass across the desk to Ally who stared in awe for a second before clipping it onto her Beatles shirt.

She walks onto the elevator and that's when every single thing that could possiblly go wrong, went wrong inside her head. What if this was a trick? What if they don't like my songs? She thought. Slowly sinking down the wall as it went up. A ding took her out of her thoughts as she was at the assigned floor. Taking a deep breath, the brunette slowly walked out to an long hallway.

"Hi, Ally Dawson?" She turned around following the voice to a latina, around her height and nods. "Trish Dela Rosa, nice to meet you. You don't look like the others he's brought in. Don't worry that's good. Follow me." Ally trying to wrap her head around what she said absentmindedly follows the girl. "You don't talk much, or maybe you are nervous? I guess I would be too. I wouldn't worry much. I'm sure you'll be fine." She continued as they walked down the hall and took a couple turns. "Do you tell that to everyone?" Trish stops at a door as Ally spoke. "Honestly, yes. Forget that. This is your stop. Good luck, we might just be working with each other more often." She smiled before walking swiftly out of sight. Ally sighed before looking at the door in front of her before taking a deep breath and opening it.

"Ms. Ally Dawson, or should I call you spit talker?" She smiled a little but cursed silently at herself for her foolish act. She sent a quick fake smile before taking a seat in front of his desk. "So… I reviewed your demos that you gave me. That were conveniently in your car..." At this point, all Ally wanted to do was sink lower into her seat. He closed his folder that Ally noticed that was on his desk. "Let's get down to it. I like you and your voice. But…" Ally gulped. "You would need some fine tuning as they say. "I'll give you a deal. A year...of us re-doing you...your style, stage presence, inner self… and when the year ends... If you hate it, we part ways, you love it. You will have a guaranteed five year contract with Ramone Records. What do you think?"

Speechless, couldn't describe what Ally was feeling right now. It was an incredible opportunity with a record company known for their success with up and coming recording artists. "I...I love it. It's amazing." He stood up as he adjusted his suit. "Good, we will get all the legal mumbo jumbo out tomorrow with media and stuff in the coming week. I like you Ally Dawson. Don't make me regret this." He reached his hand out. "Do we have a deal?"She smiled boldly before taking his hand.

"Deal."