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“You’re too young, you’ll never make it out there on your own.”,

The last words Louis would hear from his parents as his left away from home.

“Why don’t you get a real job and stop chasing these childish dreams?,

There’s a million people whose talent is better. You know the world isn’t what it

seems.”

That’s all he ever heard when he spoke of his ambitions to be famous and become

a writer.

A lot of people would have given up after hearing that, But not Louis. He’s a

fighter.

These doubts from his parents is what made him strive on, it’s what made him

want to succeed.

To prove them wrong and live his life. To go out and capture this dream.

Every night for the past four years he sat up in his room thinking,

Then he’d transfer those thoughts onto paper through pen as the tears from his

eyes started leaking.

His struggles in Life made into verses and poems. An uncanny ability to rhymes.

This was his chance, his calling in life. He has to do it this time.

So as he pulled away from his house and family and set his mind on making it big.

He thought of one person, his motivation in Life. The reason he cared like he did.

So he passed by her house to let her know of his plans and to receive her

blessings and thoughts,

He grew happier and more confident in his plans for life. He couldn’t have been

happier they talked.

He left from her house with a kiss and a hug and departed on his journey to fame,

In a Life where he always felt so alone this was just another day to face the pain.

He’s headed for New York for an open mic audition, an opportunity to put his

talent on display,

In his head he keeps hearing the words of his parents, “You’re gonna thank us

for trying to stop you one day.”

He gets so mad but he replays what his friends said, the most comforting and

helpful words,

“You can do it Louis, I have faith in you. You write better than anyone I’ve ever

heard.”

And with that boost of confidence it helped his pride and he sat down and began

to write,

He transfers all the anger and hate that’s inside just as he’s done every night.

But this time seemed different. His writing was more fluent. There was more

flow to his poem,

He started bobbing his head and rocking back and forth. His poem was becoming

a song.









And as he kept writing he could hear it in his head. The beat that would go with

the words,

There was so much energy and this was so fun. The most amazing thing he’s ever

heard.

He picked up the phone and gave his friend a call, “Tina, guess what just

happened ?

I figured out what I’ve needed. I’m gonna make it big by rapping.”

And with a chuckle and smirk, Tina softly said, “Louis I think you’re losing it.

You have a great talent and I know you can succeed, but this isn’t the bets way

of using it.”

His heart just dropped, he had another doubter. The one person who had kept

him going,

“I’m sorry Louis. I’m not trying to be mean, but you’re not a rapper, you write

poems.”

The only words to escape his mouth were, “I can’t believe this is happening.

You were my last believer and even you’re doubting. It’s OK though, because I

promise that I’m going to make it rapping.”

“Louis, I can’t believe you’re doing this. You’re throwing away what you’re

actually good at.

Your poetic talent is unmatched by anyone and you’re going to throw that away

to rap?”

“Tina, shut up. I’ve been doubted enough and I hope that one day you feel awful,

Everyday I’m getting better and growing as a person and each doubter just adds

to my arsenal.”

And as he hung up the phone he knew something was wrong, his heart was

slowly breaking.

He sat down and cried and drowned him self in tears. He couldn’t stop himself

from shaking.

But once the tears dried he felt better inside and he got back to doing what he

loved.

His one true passion that couldn’t be taken away. He was writing his first real

song,

It was different though- He wasn’t used to this. He had always only written

poems.

The very next night he made it to open mic. He decided to go with his poetry.

This had got him where he was and worked the crowd. He go into their heads

slowly.

He did this everyday making dollars here and there. He never thought of giving

up,

The he seen the poster. It was an audition. The chance he’d been dreaming of.











Two days later he was at the audition. The only white guy to appear.

Once again he was the under dog. Being doubted by everyone there.

He stepped in front of the judges and paused and stared each one in the eyes,

He saw their doubt and he fed off it, This was his blessing in disguise.

As he started rapping the words flowed smoothly and the entire place grew silent,

Stunned judges and surprised competitors. Everything he said was so vibrant.

He dropped the mic and walked off slowly, not a word coming form his mouth,

Nothing had to be said any more. Every one could figure it out.

Louis was getting his chance at rapping. He blew away all competition.

But one question remained could he do this every night. Could he use this to

make a living.

The very next day he was back in the auditorium, but this time the crowd was

bigger.

Over 2,000 plus fans were here for the performance and everything felt so much

quicker.

Back stage there were stars, many big rappers. People Louis had seen on TV.

They were here as talent scouts to see what was happening and all he think was

“This could be me.”

Louis was last to have his performance as others before him did well.

Did he have what it takes to make it big time? Only the time will tell.

He stepped out in front of the crowd and everyone just kept talking,

Louis stared at them all seeing their disgust and slowly he began walking.

Thinking and seeing and hearing these comments. He was feeding off of this

energy,

He stopped and with a stoned face he stared. The crowd had become the enemy.

He looked at the DJ then he dropped his head. Louis was about to be tested,

And every negative thing he had ever heard was gradually running through his

head and,

The beat started and he looked up and he knew that this was his chance,

All those doubters in the crowd- Afterwards would be his fans.

He started his rap and the crowd shut up and slowly they were bobbing their

head,

“You can’t do it Louis. You aren’t good enough.” That’s what his mom had said.

“Be a man boy and get a real job and stop trying to live some dream.”

There’s a million people whose talent is better. You know life isn’t what it

seems.”

He could hear these things inside of his head and the negative energy kept him

going,

He kept rapping and singing his life. Louis was actually flowing.

2,000 plus and many big names but all he knew was that he was on stage and,

Just like he had predicted before, Louis rose to the occasion.