Dakota’s P.O.V.
“Dakota, can you come in here,” Shea called out from the studio.
I stopped packing my bag and made my way to the studio. I’m heading to Nashville again, this time by myself. Shea had finals this week. So she couldn’t come with me. I’m flying this time, not wanting to drive eight hours by myself. Howard, the manager I had spoken to, secured a few meetings with record companies. I hope this was going to be the big break I was waiting to get.
I was getting disheartened because everything was moving so slow. Shea kept pushing me, though. She never let me give up on myself. That was one thing Shea could do was encourage me. She’s been doing it since the day we met. But I love her for it, she has so much faith in me, and I don’t want to disappoint her.
I walked into the studi
