Even though I’m scared, even though I feel every ounce of pressure weighing on my shoulders, I want to prove her right. I want to prove I’m nothing like him. A feeling hits me square in the chest. This moment isn’t for him; it’s for me. I want to show her who I am, what I can do, and I’m going to do that by doing what I do best. I’m enough, and if she doesn’t see that, this isn’t the right moment. I’ll keep trying, though. I meant what I told Jamie the other day—I’m ready to try to make music my career. Terrified, but ready.
