The End Of You And Me | BOOK 1 (Completed) & 2 (Currently Writing)

TEOYAM | 16. Reminds Me of You

Tapping my fingertips subconsciously on the wooden arm rest, I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves. I was here, finally. I was having my interview for Juilliard in a few minutes. I did well enough during the auditions that I managed to land myself an interview, and not just with the department heads, but with the Dean himself-- Mr. Douglas.

I was one step closer to reaching my childhood dreams and this interview was the final step.

Well, not exactly the actual final step, but it was the beginning of the end-- a very good end, indeed.

I know what you're thinking, since when was the end a good thing? Apparently, good things, endings, and basically, everything else in this world are always open for interpretation. This end for me is a clear example of that.

If I did well in this interview, I wouldn't have to try to get into another school. Knowing my mother, she'd have me take a business major at Columbia, Yale, Brown, or Harvard if I fail this. I had no plans in taking a business major at all. If you couldn't tell, I have a very unconventional way in handling things and in my mother's point of view, that's bad for business. I know eventually I'd have to take over the family business and I'm okay with that, but I had to try doing my own thing for a change. Pursuing a career in performing arts was for me, not my family or anyone. How well I do in this interview will determine whether I'll end up doing what I want or what my mother would want.

Turning my attention to the door as it swung open, a bright smile appeared on my face as I stood up from my seat and watched as Mr. Douglas walked in. With a smile, he sat on the chair placed behind his mahogany table. "Ms. Rockefeller, please sit down." He pointed at the seat I was previously seated on. "What a pleasure to have you here." He placed a folder, with a big Juilliard seal embossed on the cover, on the table.

"Thank you, Mr. Douglas. It's a pleasure being here as well." I spoke, sitting straight, as Mr. Douglas opened what seems to be my file. It made me very nervous because I didn't exactly have the best reputation in New York. I mean, I did a lot of charity work but I also got into a lot of fights, have my history of underage drinking, too much partying and many more things that show I'm far from being America's Sweetheart.

"Your mother told me," he paused and I mentally cursed at the moment of silence that engulfed us. What the hell did my mother say? That can't be good. Oh God.

"You just got here from an all white party organized by your cousins at Washington D.C," he continued as I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, "how was your flight?" He asked without looking up from the folder.

"Yes, I just got here," I answered briefly, "it was fine. A bit tiring because everything was last minute, but nothing I couldn't handle. Thank you for asking." I took a deep breath before a smile appeared on my face just as Mr. Douglas looked up from the folder with a more formal look on his face.

"You applied for all three majors, am I correct?"

"Yes, I did, Sir."

"I watched your audition videos and I also read the reports given by the professors who watched your auditions. I must say, I'm quite impressed by your presence on stage. You're very talented and bright, Ms. Rockefeller." He gave me a small smile and that's when my nerves started to go crazy.

This was probably his way of telling me I'm good, but not exactly good enough for Juilliard. It wouldn't surprise me if he did say that because when was I ever good enough for anything good? They were about to let me down easy, I'm sure.

"Unfortunately, we can't allow you to take all three majors."

See? I told you. It was too good to be true.