“You are allowed to quit.” I suck in a breath. “I know you don’t need my permission. But it’s okay to turn over a new leaf. It’s okay to sing. Hell, it’s okay to record and release songs for absolutely no one but yourself. So what if they don’t top charts? You don’t have to feed the machine for the rest of your life. Especially not when it’s clearly killing you. You could be here and healthy.”
