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"insanity,"
she shook her head and poked me in the chest with her pencil as
if to emphasize her words: "you know it and I know it, and everyone
in this industry knows it!" (poke, poke, poke)
"you don't fit the scene, you don't have any contacts, you're a
has-been college rockster band from the '80s that never got along
with anyone long enough to make it then, and you've been dead to
the world for seven years!" (poke, poke)
"now you come out with this *noise* that nobody in his right mind
is going to put on rotation in the CCM market, you thumb your noses
at everyone in the industry who affects even a casual interest in
distributing you, and you take almost a *year* to produce this new
CD. do you honestly think *anyone* is going to take you seriously?"
"like
I care." says I, "just listen..."
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