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Bright lights had Bree blinking, but that was all right. This was the biggest audience she’d ever performed in front of. Over five hundred people dotted the auditorium in front of her. It was all surreal. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. She couldn’t wait to start her songs. After graduating with her degree in musical arts a few months ago, Bree had taken a chance and moved to Nashville, Tennessee, one of the most popular places in the world to live if you were a musician and/or a songwriter. She was both. Now, after a huge amount of marketing and networking, here she was opening for a band at a local theater. Crawfish was a great band, up and coming on the country music scene, and Bree was thrilled to have this opportunity. “Good evening, everyone,” she said, hearing her voice s