Imagine you’re a 16 year old school girl living an ordinary life.
You write songs. You pour your heart in. Because you love it.
You can sing, too. So you sing your songs. You love it because they’re your songs. You wrote them. You’re singing them.
You get the songs recorded. One or two of them rocket up the charts world-wide.
You win a Grammy.
You feel pretty damn good.
Then someone like BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN covers your #1 song at his concert.