I hurried inside the music institute. Mrs. Birdwhistle, my vocal coach-also my high school's choir conductor-had told me that she's going to teach me a new technique today, I was so excited that I forgot to bring my notebook. I went back to get it, that's why I'm late. We started the training a couple of minutes after I got in and caught a breath. I walked to our dorm after my class. “Hey Luna! How was training?”Rain, my roommate, asked. “Fun! I got tired though.” I replied.“You know what I say, success takes sacrifices.” She said. “I know. I'm putting my whole energy into singing.” Rain has always been my #1 supporter. We're both seniors. “You know; the talent show is on April 6th! Please participate this year.” Said Rain, hopefully. “Rain, you know how insecure I am about singing.” I said. “Luna, you can't be afraid of people's reactions forever. You have to come out of your shell.” Rain said. “I'm waiting for the right moment. I don't want to rush myself. Plus, that's only two weeks away!” I explained. “Whatever suits you.” She said. Rain's words replayed in my head every time I closed my eyes that night. She's right; it's time to take the risk.I know I'm good, but I don't know if I'm that good. I am a part of the school's choir but people don't know my purpose is to become a Hollywood artist. I don't know if I can set my voice free in front of Annabelle, the #1 bully. I don't care about her but she is the one who follows me 24/7. I'm not her only target, but I am the only one who stands up to her, and that makes her even more eager to ruin my day. I was asleep when my alarm went off. I got up, grabbed my backpack, and ran out of the dorm. I saw Mrs. Birdwhistle the moment I got in the institute. “Hello dear, how was school?” she asked. “It was fine. The midterms are going to kill me though.” I chuckled. I have no idea how my report card is going to be at the end of the semester. “Well I really hope you survive,” she said, and made me suspicious, “because I signed you up for the talent show.” “Excuse me, but why would you do that?” I said in a controlled voice. I don't know how I didn't thunder. “You're a senior-” “But you know how scared I am; you know that I can't do it!” I interrupted. “Look, I know that you're scared; but I also know that you can do it. If you don't do this, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.” she tried to convince me. I couldn't sign out anyway, so I agreed. It's April 6th, the big day. “Have you chosen what to wear?” Rain burst in when I was tuning my black guitar. “I'm wearing shorts and that shirt.” I said. “Why don't you wear that yellow body? Also, you can wrap that beige scarf around your neck, it'll be more stylish.” Rain suggested. “You need to be my stylist when I become famous!” I said. She has a really good taste in fashion. It's been an hour since we arrived at the school and each of the participants is waiting for their turn. I was in my thoughts when I heard my name: “Luna Cox!” I hurried to the stage with my guitar. I tried not to think about anything. “Hey everyone! I'm going to sing my song called Lionhearted.” I explained and started. At first, I could feel the anxiety holding my voice back but I set it free the moment that I saw my parents. I can't believe they made time for this! “I have to make them proud.” I thought; and that was when I felt magic coming out of me. As I finished, everyone burst into applause. Annabelle was sitting with her arms crossed; I even heard a boy say “you go girl”! The show's over. We're waiting for the judges to announce the results. My parents came to me and we hugged. “We didn't know you could write!” my mom said. “You were amazing out there!” my dad said. “Thank you! I appreciate your support!” I saw a woman walking towards us. She came and after saying hello, she said “I heard you singing tonight Luna. You're really talented.” “Thank you!” I replied. She explained “I'm Dalla Archer from Summerfield Studios, a new-born record label looking for new artists to help one other grow. I would like to offer you a 2-year contract with us. I adored the lyrics and the colors your voice made.”I was shocked. I expected a few compliments; I didn't expect this! A record label is suggesting a contract after my first talent show?! “Give me your answer by April 27th. Wish you success, goodbye!” She gave her card to me and walked away. My answer is already yes. I'd dreamed of something like this for years. I have to convince my parents though. I thought convincing my parents would take weeks, but I convinced them by a week. I explained my passion for music and assured them that I'll put my 100% energy into it. I went to my room and looked at the card Dalla'd given me. I called her to ask when should I go to her office. We rode to her office at 6 pm. I could feel the excitement climbing up my spine. We went to the 4th floor to meet Dalla. We were done by 7:15. My life changed forever since the last time I saw my signature.