money course you shit about money. You make music for the love of rap, all sorts of reasons, not only for the money, because you do not even think. Your dream is to see your CD in the media market of the new publications, or to bring an audience over the edge. You rap for fun, because you rap you hear and because you always like driving something that tells you that you want and can do better. So you catch on, on Myspace is not a thing. You set your first tracks online, the feedback is positive, you rejoice. Then you realize that most of the response of people is that rap itself well, you look around you on Myspace, and a little discomfort creeps up, because the offer of a real armada of young rappers precludes a tiny group of people who listen to rap "just". But well, you you hear the tunes of the people who have vowed to up, and find it okay, some may be better, but most are worse. You make more tracks, you hone your technique, your style, you make features with a few people who have commented positively your tracks (except for the pesky Spast as to the headset and without any diplomacy). You publish a free-EP, your pride, you have given thee trouble. But it is one of many, find what you need, one of thousands, hundreds of thousands.
you enough? One of thousands to be? If so, you'll still make some free EPs and eventually lose interest in rap, you education / school / study will bring to an end, a job, and your dream of a rap career, eventually faded, somewhere filed between Astronaut's Dream "and the lottery win.
They say also, you should stop, s if, at the beautiful. But it goes nunmal you do not satisfy free-EPs you no more, you want more. That is in the nature of things. You think of course not about money, but your dream of the CD in the media market, the performance in front of thousands cheering fans sitting you in the neck and drives you. The comments of your listeners are exuberant, "He's full of it," "could be what the" etc., things that confirm the up. You put together a demo, send it to a professional magazine on labels. There is no resonance, but that you may have expected, so you keep going, even a free-EP, a performance, a new demo. stay tuned you will, as most give up at this point, they lose the fun of it, hate the "game", the alleged corruption of the whole fucking CEOs and editors who do not recognize their genius, they make training / school / Studies take over a Vocational hear and only hit, the old rap CDs are ticked on Ebay.
But to those you do not belong. You are persistent, you stay with us, your dream drives you.
and then takes one of those coincidences that you meet someone who knows someone, some intern discovered in a magazine your demo in the trash and pushes it one out of boredom, is excited and passes it, whatever: something happens, what you feel is to move forward, you get a chance. In a magazine you will be mentioned in a subordinate clause as a tip, you are the faint. Your listeners, fans, what ever happy to work for you, they are eagerly awaiting new material from you, you records new tracks are giving you trouble, you want it all the evidence.
A label will be on your attention, probably a small, certainly not a major, but that you care, you get something like a deal, the terms are you damn it the main thing going forward. You bring out a mixtape or EP, it is not in the media market, but it's a start. You will be booked, treading on a few people, you're celebrating, you can believe it. In the magazine they have you as a newcomer secret "classified, they bring an article about you, maybe a little interview, your EP and the mixtape will be discussed positively, you feel like God. Your fans celebrate you, they love your shit, they spread it among friends, your deal provides for an album, one that will also be in the media market, you do turn up, you work hard, you want to prove it all.
appears then your album, and your dream is fulfilled, you go to the media market, as it is, you feel like God, this is your album. It is you give a damn how much you will sell, that's your album. A trade journal discussing it, perhaps positive, perhaps negative, at worst, exuberant, because it could generate a hype, and would be lethal, but that now you want to know anything anyway, it is not important. It discusses positive, your fans are excited the old people from Myspace you write on once they all want a feature to you, of course they want, they remember it, but that they were, that you have your first tracks made at that time, but you did not answer already More on the mail, there is too much to do a few gigs have to be done, album promo, the whole program, you are now a part of it, with your CD in the media market.
They say you should stop if it is ok. But you realize that the fulfillment of a dream just means that new dreams to replace.
You can not stop, because it does not stop, the CD is behind in media market, a second must. You give Interviews bring the typical response phrases to typical questions, hip-hop is your life and you shit on hip-hop, whatever. Your album is going well, people are thrilled to once every magazine your Album Review-, the people treat you differently. On the road you will still not recognized, but sometimes people look funny, as if they know you from somewhere. You get some money, you rejoice, it is of course nothing compared to the Fame, a new life as a rapper, but it is a bonus, buy yourself something nice like this.
You get more and more mail, people ask when there is new material from you, they are crazy about you, you feel like God. The old people from Myspace angry that you your mails no longer answering, has become primarily the Spast to the headset and without tact, he writes like you suck, are an arrogant pig, but that you care, the hard core of your fans because they love you and your style, your album is going well, you get some money, buy yourself something nice.
be louder the questions after the second album, we see the potential in you, could be what out of you, strange women come in at once, would you not previously looked at the ass and vie for a sip of your heritage, you feel up as God, it is fantastic.
They say you should stop when the most beautiful is. This should probably be a joke!
your label logs, a Major has expressed interest. They would bring out your second album like they see potential in you, they get the promo, they control everything. And you hear for the first time the word "advance". And all at once on your account more money than ever before, for nothing, for your second album, what you have not even started yet. You feel like God.
The journals require the expectations for your second plant are high, of course they are, but hey, you're finally on it. You buy you a lot of nice things from the advance and get to your second work, but you realize that it is harder, the expectations of you that can test you on, but they were never as overwhelming. But that does not matter, your major has placarded the city with the cover of your new album, the people who will look at you funny more and more, some come up to you and say "Hey are not you shower?" and you say "yes" and are proud, you feel like God. You give interviews, you invite to your drinking buddies, you're suddenly in a lot of new age-mates, they call you "the star rapper" fun, but creeps up the feeling that they mean it.
you a few tracks from the second album have done, but it somehow does not quite call, and suddenly one of the major, and you learn to "advance" the second major Familiar word, it says "Deadline", your album needs to be done. Well, you think, shit on it, you crap out a few tracks, a few well-known producers will jazz up the already.
They say you should stop if it is ok. But you can not get off a Ferris wheel when it is at the top.
Your second album is released. You had bad luck, because the first album has generated a hype. The jubilation in the journals of behavior is, well, it's okay, but is not ran to the first album, but that's not the worst. Your old fans who have celebrated your first album so they can be vexed, which is somehow not what the old, they make a stink, then was more heart here, that sounds somehow like money making, since you're in the Major's going downhill, and more often you read something in the forums and somehow you make the contribution from the Spast to the headset and without tact at once, what if he again writes that he is indeed always known you were 'arrogant ne Sau, Mucke would shit your right and your new fans are all victims. In general, the new fans. There are many of the promoters has your major, they attracted, they love you, they say, your Mucke was her life, celebrate you as a god, and almost all have downloaded your album. Major
your answers, the album has fallen short of expectations, Sales are slow, well, really crappy. You're angry, you say you want to make a third, you want to prove it all, a third, mhm, you should see me, they say, but in truth they have long since made up into the sidings. Your new fans, they at least come to your show, some anyway, but it falls short of expectations, all somehow. Your old fans are becoming more beast strength, it strikes me as if they hate you really, if you sometimes in the evening in the forums reread what they write so that you had your ass sold, you were 'ne Kommerzhure become the major sucking on cock , the whole program.
your hype is over, now has up to reality again. People recognize you on the road, but it's kind of different now, your second CD has indeed everyone, but somehow no one has paid for it, it comes in front of you at least. You hit on the magazines, there is nothing about you, since nothing new is more, there are other names, new names, new newcomer, new tips. Sometimes your name appears on yet, but it is different, as I said. You're depressed, angry, you do not know what to do with your anger, you would like to make a new album, but your Major will not let you, you wonder shalt if you do it again independent, will you prove it all, but it's kind of everything again as early as in Myspace, you are one of many, very many.
Your contract with the Major is running out, you're free again, you have all the hard time sitting on the album, the new, where are your anger, your hate, your hurt, you put inside, you will take it out independent. It is not even the press plays an expense, because there was no major has made the promo, the magazines have reported on the edge of it. Your new fans want to know nothing of the album and the old ones of you know anything. You're sitting on a pile of CDs and wonder what all this shit is really still.
And then you think, well, big and announce that you will end up with rap, a last cry for attention they even report about it all, also a side note, a message. And then you sit in the evening there, reading in the forums, what they write about you, about your cancellation notice is always only promo, they say, well, that the Spast stops at last, they say, a victim of a say, some, they might up, would be a real loss but not now, only very few take sides for you, but they are the absolute minority compared with those who say "He has always rapped only because of the coal, he stops well.
Okay.
can now stop you.
A novel about a murder case 
Since Volker Mauersberger ten year-old student at the local newspaper of his hometown Gevelsberg 1949 at competition "Students write," won a prize, he wanted to be a journalist. 
