But her curiosity couldn’t be contained. Opening up the file, she pressed play—and then dropped to her bed, clutching her phone as her own voice sang a mournful song that made her question how Quentin managed to put it all together.
* * *
When I was a little girl, I had little girl dreams.
I’m going to be a princess. I want to be on the big screen.
But other kids are cruel and I stuffed those dreams inside,
Let my spark and shine fade but never let it die.
* * *
My mom loved me but she had her own shit
And my dream wasn’t to follow in her footsteps:
Didn’t help that my dad wasn’t around.
All I knew was he was six feet underground.
* * *
I had to grow up fast.
* * *
Raine’s thumb hovered over the track and she almost shut it off. This song was so raw…and she realized that Quentin, more than anyone else in her whole life, understood her better than anyone else.
So she let the song continue to play.
* * *
She picked up a guitar and wrote down all her fears
Through the rage, through the pain, and through all the tears.
She never really had a childhood, and the line was never clear.
But her whole life changed when they said, “Sign right here.”
* * *
But I didn’t grow up fast enough, and the world came at me hard.
Because when I started singing my songs, they told me I’d go far.
I hadn’t known that so many people would want a piece of me.
I can make her famous, make her rich beyond her dreams.
* * *
I was led by the hand into a foreign land, and when they lied, oh, I believed.
Nobody cared because they liked my songs and came to listen, to feel, to see.
Along came a wolf disguised as a dog and he took me as his own.
