Excited for school, I waltzed in excited as can be. Everyone was shocked, almost to the point that they were ooing and ahhing. Ashley was really nice to me, surprisingly. I wonder why, but oh well! It makes me happy that she doesn't hate me! But, the person who was most shocked was Travis. However, it wasn't the kind of shocked I wanted.
"What did you do?"
"I got a make-over. Travis, I'm gonna be famous!"
"I don't like it."
My smile fades. "You-you don't?" I felt like I was going to cry. Can I never please him?
"Not one bit. You changed."
"No, I didn't. Just how I look. I promise."
"Alright... but promise you'll never ever change? No matter what?"
"I promise."
Later on, I went to the recording studio. I feel so important, like I belong. I sang one of my originals, and they made me repeat everything a bunch. They said they were "editing" it. I don't really know what that means, but I hope it means I'm doing it right. I sang my heart out, smiling. It was my own twist to Taylor Swift. It was the type of country that some people think is pop - but it's not. It's completely different. It's me. It took forever, but I enjoyed every minute of it. I was happy. Finally.
"Dad, if you're out there... this is for you. All of this hard work is for you, and well, of course mamma. You can share, right?" I thought. I laughed a little, knowing he would make a joke about sharing or something like that. I love him.
Excited, I went up to the man in the black suit. "How was that?" I asked eagerly.
"Great," He smirked in a sort of evil way. I found that a bit strange... oh well.