JUST TO CLARIFY
Mary Jean opened the envelope with jittery hands and with butterflies in her stomach.
JUST TO CLARIFY: The butterflies in her stomach did not assist her in opening the envelope. That was just something that was happening at the same time.
She finally tore it open enough to pull out what was inside. It was what she was hoping for: Her first royalty check, and it was way bigger than she had anticipated.
JUST TO CLARIFY: The amount for which the check was written was a large dollar amount. The check wasn’t physically big, like those novelty checks they present to golf tournament champions or Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes winners.
Mary Jean felt the tears roll down her flushed cheeks. She had taken a chance, and it had paid off. The song that nobody else wanted–her love ballad “It Wasn’t Supposed To Be This Wayne”, about a woman who chooses the “safer” of the two men named Wayne who are vying for her heart and later has second thoughts about the choice she’s made; the song Reba McEntire called “cornier than a barrel of grits”–was a hit. After being rejected by everyone, Mary Jean had recorded it herself, released it herself, and marketed it herself. And now, she was a star.
JUST TO CLARIFY: She was not literally a star, because that would make no sense–she was a human being. She was just famous for singing that song. And the song wasn’t literally an instance of one object striking another, it had just made it to a high position on the charts.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY: It probably should’ve gone through a couple more rounds of revision.
JUST TO CLARIFY: “It” meaning the story, not Mary Jean’s song or anything, because that had turned out OK.