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Taylor marched as much as the woman in the back of the front desk and went into gear. “Hi! I am Taylor Swift! I am eleven and I want a record deal!” She handed the woman her CD. “Call me!” she said and flashed her a cheery smile.
“She thought I used to be cute,” Taylor said when she was once back within the car. “The standard. Go away and come back when you find yourself eighteen.”
Taylor stared out the side window as her mother drove slowly down Music Row in Nashville, Tennessee. As they passed by the famous Bluebird Cafe, she said, “Sooner or later I’ll sing here.”