Dakota’s P.O.V.
The past two weeks have flown by since we arrived. Nashville has been amazing, but I had to laugh at Shea. She demanded to experience everything we could in the two weeks. Watching her face light up as we walked hand in hand through the streets of Music Row made me so happy. I’m glad she was enjoying the trip because I was a mess for most of it.
I felt so small here. This town is huge, and I’m only a small-town singer. There are so many people here trying to live out their dreams of singing and writing music. It was so intimidating here, and I wanted to hide in my shell again. If Shea hadn’t been here, I’d be on my way back home. I am so lost, but she was my guiding light. She never let me give up on my dream.
With Shea’s help, I secured a few open-mic slots. One of thos
