Music is all I can ever think about; it’s my passion. My name is Sarah my life has drastically changed very quickly. I started out occasionally singing in my church quire and was a part of a small band me and a few friends decided would be fun. We loved practicing in my basement and then playing our corny songs at open mic nights. Music to me was always something I would do for fun but I never imagined it would become my profession.
Last year I was doing normal things; I woke up late and rushed out the door, and walked home from school. But the past few weeks have felt like a dream. I sang a song that I’ve been working on for a while to my band. I’m a musician but I never took myself seriously until my best friend told me to send in a copy of my song to a record label. I never believed anyone would actually listen to it, but it was worth a shot.
Early the next morning the phone rang and I decided to keep sleeping and let the answering machine pick up but this person would not give up. After a few more rings I decided to get the phone. It was Shawn Grey producer of Hollywood Records. He called to tell me that I wouldn't be going to school; I would be going straight to L.A for press on my new song. He really seemed to like it and wanted to start right away. I was shocked and couldn't stop thanking him. He said my plane would leave in an hour and to pack light. After talking to my parents they agreed we were only going if we went together. When we arrived I felt like I was living in my T.V. Everything seemed unreal. Shawn was very down to earth but he made it seem like I had no say in anything that was going to happen. The first thing we did is went to the recording studio and got a finalized version of my song. After it got released everyone seemed to know my name. I highly enjoyed all the press and publicity until it started to be too much to handle.
My nineteenth birthday was the other day so I decided to go out and celebrate with just a few close friends from back home. We started off by going shopping. This was the first real outing I had that didn’t involve me working. I was extremely excited but everything just seemed to turn into a disaster. I couldn’t take two steps out of my house without the paparazzi immediately taking pictures. All I could see was flashes and bright lights blinding my sight. I needed six body guards to hold them back just so I could get to my car. Next was a very long car ride with many close accidents, but we finally arrived. Too bad I didn’t get a chance to get in the mall! The whole parking lot was full with paparazzi waiting for me to arrive. What was I? The president? After being mobbed and followed I decided I’d had enough. Not just for today; I’d had enough for as long as I can live. I can’t handle all the following and taking constant pictures. I’ve decided to go home and keep a low profile because this was not the life I thought it would be.
Last year I was doing normal things; I woke up late and rushed out the door, and walked home from school. But the past few weeks have felt like a dream. I sang a song that I’ve been working on for a while to my band. I’m a musician but I never took myself seriously until my best friend told me to send in a copy of my song to a record label. I never believed anyone would actually listen to it, but it was worth a shot.
Early the next morning the phone rang and I decided to keep sleeping and let the answering machine pick up but this person would not give up. After a few more rings I decided to get the phone. It was Shawn Grey producer of Hollywood Records. He called to tell me that I wouldn't be going to school; I would be going straight to L.A for press on my new song. He really seemed to like it and wanted to start right away. I was shocked and couldn't stop thanking him. He said my plane would leave in an hour and to pack light. After talking to my parents they agreed we were only going if we went together. When we arrived I felt like I was living in my T.V. Everything seemed unreal. Shawn was very down to earth but he made it seem like I had no say in anything that was going to happen. The first thing we did is went to the recording studio and got a finalized version of my song. After it got released everyone seemed to know my name. I highly enjoyed all the press and publicity until it started to be too much to handle.
My nineteenth birthday was the other day so I decided to go out and celebrate with just a few close friends from back home. We started off by going shopping. This was the first real outing I had that didn’t involve me working. I was extremely excited but everything just seemed to turn into a disaster. I couldn’t take two steps out of my house without the paparazzi immediately taking pictures. All I could see was flashes and bright lights blinding my sight. I needed six body guards to hold them back just so I could get to my car. Next was a very long car ride with many close accidents, but we finally arrived. Too bad I didn’t get a chance to get in the mall! The whole parking lot was full with paparazzi waiting for me to arrive. What was I? The president? After being mobbed and followed I decided I’d had enough. Not just for today; I’d had enough for as long as I can live. I can’t handle all the following and taking constant pictures. I’ve decided to go home and keep a low profile because this was not the life I thought it would be.
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