And there I was, sitting at the computer- staring bright eyed at the screen.
This was my opportunity. The music I needed. This was my time.
My time to be, the next Instant Star winner.

I sent the order out to my apartment complex.
I anticipated its arrival. day by day, packages came.
But none of them were what I needed. Day by day.
It never came. I was giving up on hope.

Then finally, the day had come. I took a stand.
I E-mailed the company who published the music.
I asked them where my music was, and why I dont have it.
No response. A month later, two months.
I couldnt bare to wait any longer.

The Instant Star try-outs were coming up soon.
And I needed that music. I tried to play the song,
But I was no good. so I decided to sing to the song.

You said I was your everything,
You said I was the one,

As soon as I finished singing those lines,
The doorbell rang. Who could it have been?

"Mr. Jimmy Moltz?" the man asked me.
He looked like a police officer.
"Yea that's me. Can I help you?" I replied.
"You ordered music from G Major records. Is that correct?"
"Yes, yes I did." I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Then, you're going to have to come with me.

My heart skipped a beat.
I could hear the music in the background playing-

You played me like a radio.