A Little Bit Of Press

I was sitting at my desk, hands hovering over my laptop, feeling a strange sense of determination as I embarked on a new chapter in my life. This time, it was not about escaping the abyss of alcoholism, but about using the gifts I’d been given to create a new beginning for myself. After the positive social media response to my latest song, “The Light”, I decided it was time to share it with the world. With the determination of a man reborn, I opened my laptop and started crafting a press release for SubmitHub. I began by writing a catchy headline that captured the essence of my song and its journey. As the words flowed, I found myself reminiscing about the countless hours spent working on the record, pouring my heart and soul into every lyric, and perfecting each chord progression. As I continued with the body of the press release, I tried to paint a vivid picture of the emotion behind the song, describing how it was a reflection of my journey to fame and fortune. Next, I gathered a few eye-catching graphics that perfectly represented the feel and tone of the music, ensuring that they would capture the attention of the various outlets I would submit to. With the press release and graphics complete, I ventured onto SubmitHub’s website, eager to share my creation. I purchased credits and began scrolling through the seemingly endless list of blogs and Spotify playlists, carefully selecting the ones that resonated with my song. With each click, my heart raced with excitement, as I eagerly anticipated the outcome of my submissions. After just a few hours, I received an email that brought a smile to my face. EJazz Radio, an independent station in Africa, had chosen to feature my song. It may not have been a huge accomplishment in the grand scheme of things, but it was a victory that I embraced wholeheartedly. Later that evening, I received a message from Storm checking up on me. Excitedly, I told him about my small victory. “My song just got placed,” I said. “Oh yeah? Where at?” Storm replied. “Some station in the middle of Africa.” We both laughed, knowing that it was a modest achievement. But to Storm, it was a testament to my resilience and determination to turn my life around. That night, I sat in my chair, headphones on, listening to “The Light” once again. I couldn’t help but wonder if this would be a story similar to that of “The Sugarman.” Regardless of where the future led, one thing was certain: I had emerged from the darkness and was ready to embrace the light, whatever that may be.