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"Daddy! I love this song!" 10 year old me says, as I turn up the radio. Dad looks over at me and smiles. "I'm going to be a singer when I get older!" I say with enthusiasm. "Josie, you know in order to be a singer, you have to get over this fear of singing in front of people. Start believing that your amazing instead of thinking of what the others think." My brother, Brandon cut in. He's 14 years old. What does he know. "But what makes me famous is what people think." I glared over at him. Hoping i won that argument. "Tell you what, once you stop thinking about what they think, you'll be doing perfect, and you'll be doing amazing and everyone will think so. Once you do it, you go up as confident as you can, you sing to your hearts content. You go up on that stage." He paused looking into my eyes, sparkling in admiration. "And you knock them dead." He says. Dad Turns up the radio and continues driving down the road. I smile and sing along to the song with Brandon
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