Senior year was probably the best college year of my life. With a new hope in my life to accomplish more, I found everything easy. I ran track for college, and became a Conference champion with my relay team. My major was still in Music and my minor was for if I wanted to go back and complete a Masters or Doctorate Degree in years to come.
But the greatest thing that happened came in the fall of the year when my old Roommate and I re-recoreded my old album I made in High School. We made a great album with old and new songs. The album was made even better with the technology and effects added to the album. We felt really proud, but I didn't know that after we recorded, my roommate had sent in the C.D. for a review to a big recording company. The day the letter finally arrived, I had no idea of what it was until my roommate told me.
Considering I was shocked, I was over joyed about making it a step closer to the "big time." Over the Christmas holiday, we both drove down to New York and met with the record company. I had been so pessimistic on the way down of how they would reject it as soon as we got there. Surprisingly, they enjoyed it and said it could do very well, with a few modifications of course, and some advertisement.
The last semester of my undergraduate year was filled with anticipation. The record would come out in June, and it would probably do very well. I had only 3 classes to take for a whole week, and Spring break was coming up. It would be one of the last times I could be with my friends until we all graduated and went our own way. The plan had been to go to the Grand Cayman Islands, but our limited budgets cancelled the trip. Well, the trip was cancelled until I had the brilliant idea that we take tents and sleep on the beach. It turned out that the trip was great anyway, and we all enjoyed ourselves for at least one great last time.
Graduation Day came, with joy and tears. As the sky was blocked out by a multitude of flying graduation caps, I realized I did what I thought I could not have 8 years before....
A week after I returned to my parents house to choose my next path, the recording company had called. The album had done all it had been expected to so far. The titles and the rights of the songs had be sucessfully given to my partner and myself. I quickly found my bank account with more money every time I visited the ATM.
Following that event, I moved to a small town in Conneticiut, close to work, far from the city hassle, and some time on my hands.