She couldn’t put her finger on exactly how she had done it. Being famous hadn’t been her goal. It certainly hadn’t occurred to her that things would turn out like they did. Angie had dreams, big dreams, but no one else believed in them. She heard the same thing over and over all of her life.
“Give up these ridiculous dreams of yours, Angie. You couldn’t do that even if you were the last person on earth.”
The words cut. They cut like a jagged machete. It cost her everything she had, but she showed them. She showed them all!
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