He was in college, but his songs were at the Grammys.

“What if I write a song that gets accepted to the Grammys? Will I be able to handle the food in Los Angeles?” His roommate scoffed, “What a load of bull! If you can get it accepted, I’ll call you daddy!”… Years later. Chen Ming’s roommate hugged his leg. “Dad! You really have to teach me this!”… (This book is a fictional story; enjoy!)

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