I cant believe I had just been found a couple of weeks ago. I am now walking in to Island Def Jam record label company, with my new manager Beth Hilton. Beth had found me on youtube doing a silly cover of Bruno Mars, Count On Me. Which in her case it was not silly at all, to her it was the beginning of something big, or someone big, and that someone is me.
I had just found out that I would be performing at Madison Square Garden, where every performer hopes to sell out one day. So many music legends have performed on the very stage I will be performing on in just a few weeks.After one night of practicing for one of the biggest shows in my career, my throat felt a burning sensation in the back of my throat. I decided to keep quiet to help my throat get better, but that wasn’t really possible when I had talks shows to perform on. Beth had wondered why I haven’t been talking that much after rehearsals, I just shook my head and went to bed, thinking of how to make my throat better.
I woke up to my alarm clock screaming on the side table. I got up and did my daily routine. While getting ready, I thought of ways to make me performance better. I waited for Beth to come and pick me up for rehearsals. Once she pulled up I stormed out getting ready to unload my ideas to her, but once I sat down and opened my mouth, nothing came out… Beth just looked at me while I sat and opened and closed my mouth. A hoarse voice spoke, giving me chills, then it hit me, that voice was mine. Beth called the doctor’s, and got me an appointment right away. Mr. Wash, said that I would have to miss the next rehearsals for the next few Days. I got worried, my biggest show yet, would be on the line. How could this happen? Guilt washed over me, what if I let all my fans down? What if my voice isn’t back by then?
Four long and boring days had passed. No talking whatsoever. Even on talk shows I couldn’t speak, I would have to use a whiteboard. A few times I had attempted to talk, but what if I didn’t like the outcome, so I just gave up, and kept my mouth shut. Today me and Mr. Wash my doctor will be meeting up. I waited for his arrival. Nervous that he would say the worst, or possibly give me the best answer there could be. If my voice comes back, I will have a day and a half to get my rehearsals complete ready for my big showcase.
Suddenly the tour bus opened, and in walked Mr. Wash. After a long intro about don’t get over worked anymore, and dont stress my voice, it was my time. I opened my mouth, I closed it. I didn’t know what to say. When the door swung open I jumped in shock and hit my hip on the corner of the counter, I yelped in pain.Then, right there, at that moment I knew I had my voice back.
I could hear my fan’s roars, I peeked through and saw their posters. I skimmed through the crowd, seeing teenagers, and toddlers. “ This is it” I thought to myself, i’m performing at Madison Square Garden! I hurried and checked my mic. Only a few more seconds to go. Scaredness washed over my body, the small voice in my head, telling me that I can’t do it. I pushed those thoughts away, and when the lights went down,and the stage started to rise up, it was my time to shine. I gave it my best shot, my lungs burning, But my voice didn’t go out one bit. The crowd that night, sang along with the songs, that is when I knew that I was born to be somebody.