4. Wrens Letter
Dear Mr. Hawk,
My name is Wren Blackburn and I am fourteen years old. I’d tell you about my school and where I live, but they just did a whole lame presentation in the gym about not sharing our information with strangers on the internet, so I guess that probably applies here, too, even if they actually meant not sharing it in AIM chats and not paper fan mail.
It’s weird to think about you as a stranger, though, because I feel like I know you.
Not just from the things they print in the magazines (even though I know all of that stuff, too) but through your music.
Denise at my school says I’m weird for liking your music. She says it’s for boys but that’s just dumb because music is for people! But Denise thinks she’s special because her dad took her to the Britney Spears concert in Minneapolis last year for her birthday. Like, whatever, right? So she went to a stupid concert. So did twenty thousand other clones.
Anyway, back to the music part. I am writing to tell you how much I love your latest album, Take Flight. I picked it up at the checkout counter at Walgreen”s the other day. I realize I’m a little late in getting it, but I had to save up some, and with back-to-school shoes and stuff, it took a little longer than I’d hoped, but it was totally the bomb!
Anyway, I should let you go, but I wanted to say that I love it and I love you and my favorite songs are Hollow and Inter-dimensional, even if Denise says they’re dumb.
Denise doesn’t know shit.
Your fan,
Wren