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"I belong on a stage!" I exclaimed to my best friend Stacey. "You saw how happy I was up there singing. Even though I didn't have an audience, I loved it!" I felt like my access was being denied although no one was making a move to stop me.
"Leslie, calm down. Your excellent! But, you must think of your chances." Stacey always was the one to bring me back to reality. I couldn't and wouldn't let her with this though.
"I'll make it as soon as I can. Just watch, you'll see. Leslie Smith will make it!" I collapsed on the bench outside my middle school. The breeze made my long, dark brown hair dance around my face. My tan looked darker with Stacey's shadow on my face. I made my tall slim frame stand up.
"Bye, Stacy, my mom is here." I picked up my book bag, walking to my car. I saw Stacy's face fall as I left. I couldn't help it that I am so determined to become a singer!
Luckily my parents were on my side. They helped me get an audition with Jive Records at the age of 17, although I don't know how. Stacey finally started to understand how much singing meant to me!
> Six years ago I had decided to become a singer. I'm now 18 and happy with all the exciting
events that have occurred. I'm preparing for my first concert I've ever had. It's taken so long to get ready. I'm nervous with it being sold out. "Leslie?" I heard my manager call.
"Yeah, Steve?" I asked trying to keep my voice from quivering. "Just remember what you told me the day you auditioned for me a year ago, you belong on
stage! Just have fun and don't hold back any energy. Okay?" He patted my arm to reassure me.
"Time to go." One of the stage crew told me. "Oh, God, give me strength." I took one last breath and ran out on stage. This concert is at my hometown Orlando. No better, place to start in my opinion. My CD had already been released, a little more than a
week ago. "Orlando!!" I yelled hearing all the fans scream. My music started, my body started moving and doing my choreography. I lost my nervousness within the first minute. I sang my heart out, dancing with as much energy as my body had, which was more than
normal. I loved it and again I felt the belonging I had every time I was on stage. My sweat ran down my nose and cheeks, heart racing and ears pounding from the screams. A few stuffed animals were thrown up on stage and every time there was a black out, stage-
crew would run and get them, tossing them in cardboard boxes backstage. All of a sudden my last song was over. The concert was over all too quickly. I slowly walked backstage, preparing to meet some of my first fans. I walked in an open room with about 20
girls in it. "Leslie!" I heard a girl scream. "Hello," I replied trying to hold back all the excitement that was bubbling in my heart. I
had seceded, I had people wanting to hear my music and meet me! In a heart beat I was surrounded by girls begging for an autograph. I was more then happy
to give them one. "Don't you love being a singer?" one girl about 14 asked. "More than you might know!" I told her with my smile widening. I chatted with the girls getting to know them. We had fun with our time ending way too soon. I gave them each a hug and as they left the room I noticed I had a hand full of e-mails. "If it's like this every concert...wait Leslie, you know it's always like this. That's what
comes with a job like this." I said to myself. "There are ups and downs, but I'll take all the
downs for this one up! Thanks God, the world over!" "What a show!" I heard Steve exclaim as he walked up to me. "Yeah, it was!" I said, with lots of energy stuck in my body and no way to release it. "Do you always feel this drained after a concert?" "Yupe. But, it will start to feel a little more natural. Oh, one of your songs has already
made the charts and they're demanding a music video. I've scheduled you to start it tomorrow." Steve, announced. "I take it this only the beginning of what my life will always be like except on my time
off...am I correct?" "Yeah, you really need to get used to it. I'd go ahead and get some sleep. See you in the morning." Steve finished walking off. "Same here." I sighed. I drove home, getting a greats night sleep, but back at the studio for my instructions by 6 the next morning. The song we were do the video was "There's Something About You", it's one of my
favorites. "Leslie, are you ready to start?" The music video director asked. "Yeah, whenever you’re ready!" I replied hopping off the stool I had been sitting on. "Okay, go check in with wardrobe and make-up, then we'll start working with everything
else." I jogged to, wardrobe. They gave me jazz pants and a white short tank top. Make-up wasn't bad, pretty much street-make up just a lot heavier. After about an hour I slipped my socks and shoes back, on. I had forgot to put them back on after I had changed. "I'm ready!"I yelled across the room to the director. "Okay, so is your scenery and extras." He called back. We started working, I had to flirt with some good looking guys at a party, then do a lot of
dancing. Part of it was by my self and a little bit was with a partner. When we finished, I sat back and watched the finished product. "Ooo, gosh! This is cool, but I look terrible. Well I should after about 18 hours of work!" I looked at my watch noticing it was one o'clock of the next morning. My sleep caught up with me at that instant. All the guys gave me lazy high fives for how good I had done. "Well, thanks all for working hard for me, but sleep is now calling ...if that's all right Steve?"I questioned. "Yeah, it's fine. We're leaving for tour on Monday. Today's Saturday morning so rest up for one whole day. Besides when you have your four hour practice. Night" "NIGHT!" I yelled and ran to my car jumping in, driving home as quickly as possible without speeding too much. I slept soundly for quite a few hours. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I saw someone, someone tall and handsome. He was standing beside me, looking down into
my eyes. I sat up straight in my bed. Sweat, covered my body. What was that dream all about? I made myself lay down again. My body didn't want to go back to sleep, but my tiredness overcame me and I couldn't resist.