My dream job is to succeed in the music scene as a singer.

Yup, a vocalist, lyricist, producer, and music mogul, all rolled into one.

But, it seems really hard to get to right now, because of the struggles financially.
Yeah, I just put myself out there, but the struggle is real. It seems as though hard work isn't enough these days. Knowing my odds are slim, that should be enough for me to give up, right? But, faith is the subtance of hope, the evidence of the invisible. That means that I have no right to give up on them. The difficulty level doesn't matter, because the game can still be beat. Translation: Dreams...Meet Reality!


PS: Tell the acting world that I'm coming too!

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