I've always been recognized as the girl who always took a simple art class or vocal music too seriously. Every assignment I've had, I worked my very hardest on it. Why? Because, well, art and music are my muses. All of my life I've wanted to make myself something great, and when I pick up an instrumet or a paintbrush, I feel like I'm already something great. I've been complimented on my artwork as I do it, or if I pull it out to admire it myself. Several people have told me that I should go to an art school, with a professional teacher. It sounds great, but I don't think so highly of myself. I've also been complimented on how professional my songs sound. Even though people encourage me to take the artistic route in my life, I love music just the same as art. It frustrates me when people tell me that I should go to art school instead of a music school. People don't believe in my musical abilities as much as my artistic abilities. Which, really hurts my spirit. My best friend, Riley, has been through everything with me since day one. She has encouraged me to take both routes, instead of just settling for one. Her argument is more valid and appealing than every other person who has commentated on my work. I wanted more than one person to say it, but one is better than none, so I choose to just be satisfied with what I get. "Have you appled for more colleges?" Riley asked me, while sitting on the corner of my bed, strumming a few chords on my guitar. "Yeah, but so far, I have nothing. I don't think that the big named colleges what someone with so much hope," I said taking a sip from my water bottle. "Oh, don't think like that, Jessie. Your name will be everywhere!" she said motioning to every wall in my room. Riley is such a character, she's always found a way to put a smile on my face, especially when I am doubting myself. "I got one acceptance letter, but I'm not completely sure that I want to even go there," I said handing the envelope to Riley. "I just don't want to put one thing before the other. I don't want to have to major in one thing and then minor in the other. My talents are equally as grand to me more than anything," I ranted, throwing myself on my bed and covering my face. "I'm not sure it works like that, Jessie. But, you'll find the right school before you know it! One that appreciates both your musical and artistic muses," she went on, seeing my face change positions. "Muse?" I asked, obviously not knowing what the term meant. "A muse is something that you take pride in. Something that is your inspiration. Something, that makes you happy to move forward," she said, dramatically grasping her chest. "That was very beautiful, Riley," i giggled. "Thank you, thank you," she bowed with laughter. I never thought about those things as muses. I didn't even know that the word existed. My muses, are my goals in life. I don't just want to make myself something, and it not be equal with something else. I want to be a musician and and artist, equally loved for. There's not many multitalented people who are famous in other areas, but there are a few cases where it's possible, and as long as it's possible then I'm gonna try until I cannot anymore. People think that if someone's just famous for being famous, and or famous for being a musician, and them being in a movie as a big role, people think that's multitalented. Anyone who can tolerate the time and effort can act in a movie. I don't think that's considered multitalented in my personal view.Riley grabs my arm, noticiing that I have drifted off into my own world again. "Wake up," she said, while trying to pull me out of my room. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I want to show you something," she grinned. "Like what?" I smirked. "Like, something that you'll find out when we get there," she laughed. I loved Riley more than anything. She has been the only person to support my fully and didnt't tell me what I should do with my life. Riley is so funloving and outgoing. She's more down to earth then what she puts off, but more than anything, she would drop anything for me in a second. We arrive at the mall, I should've guessed. We come here just about once or twice a week, because she's obsessed with this new boy that's been working at the food court. His name was Danny, and although he knew that we came to see him despite Riley's eagerness, he didn't mind. Because, I think he's a little interested as well. But, today, Danny wasn't working. Riley's happiness went straight down. There was a new guy at the counter, a very magestic looking boy who I, myself, has taken a liking to. Note, that I haven't been the greatest in relationships. The only relationship that stayed with me, is my art and music. Everyone just kind of left, because I was too focused. I didn't really think nothing of this new guy, other than that I found him attractive. I just ignored everything after. "We're here, so might as well get something," I said pulling Riley to the counter. "I will have a large pretzel, and a diet coke," I said, "And I'll have three chocolate chip cookies and a Dr. Pepper," Riley finished. "Your total is $8.75" he said, meeting his eyes to mine. I stared for a second too long, and imediately looked down. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill, and handed it to him. I grabbed our stuff and walked away. Before we even left, a hand grabbed my arm. "Wait," a voice said as I turned around. I saw the boy again, out of breath. "You forgot your change," he said handing it to me. "Thank you, I'm sorry," I halfway giggled in spite of my embarassment. "It's fine, I'm glad you did, it gave me a reason to talk to you... My name is James," He smiled at me, and I froze. "I'm Kate, and this is Riley,'' I smiled vaguely. "Nice to meet you, Kate," he winked and walked off. "What was that about?" I said seeing Riley freeze. "What's wrong with you?" I continued. "What's that in your hand?" She asked grabbing my wrist and opening my hand that I was holding my change in. There was a small folded piece of paper, I hesitated to open it. James wrote down his name and number. "What?" I said confused, to myself. "He likes you," Riley smirked, and started walking cocky. "No way," I said, obviously in denial. "Don't do that again, Kate. He might be the one," she turned around grasping her heart and acting as if she were going to faint. Riley is into theatre, if you haven't noticed that by now. She makes everything overly dramatic, but it's still funny to watch, not given the situation. "I don't know, Riley, I'm not good with relationships. You know that, he might just be another jerk who thinks that I don't make time for other things rather than my 'muses'," I said, contemplating on if I should contact this boy back or not. "Don't over think it, Kate. Just let it flow the way it wants to flow. You can't change the direction of the stream, but you can hope for a strong wind to help you," Riley said making wave movements with her arms. "You're the living version of a metephor," I said, as we both laughed as we got in the car. I don't want to get my hopes up, like I have in the past. But, Riley could be right.
