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.
