Dreams And Passion

At Home

I open the door to find it as silent as a morgue. Of course it would be silent since I am the only one home right now. Both of my parents are doctors and both work at the same hospital. Ever since my sister left it has been like this. I think both of them work to escape the sadness that haunts them whenever they see only three people sitting at the dinner table instead of the previous four people. Anyway other than missing having someone to greet me when I get home from school and having no one to tell about my day at school I am glad that I am alone after school.

I prance up the stairs as quickly as possible. On opening the door I am greeted by No one but the walls and bed. But I quickly forget all that and close the door and put up all the posters I have to take of when my parents come home from work.

I put up the posters containing the pictures and various poses of my favorite dancers. If I had a choice I would have put these posters up forever and not take them down. But if my parents find out that I am mad about dance just as my older sister was then my whole family would break apart. The only reason my parents were still together after my sisters left was because of me. They did not want me to have a broken childhood.

Anyway since I am finished putting up the posters which include Fred Astaire, Paula Abdul, MJ and so on I take out the hidden music Cd's that contain my routine I put them inside the stereo in my room and start to warm up. After I finish warming up I start to do my latest dance routine that I have been working on. This routine is dedicated to my sister. It tells the story of two siblings who were very close but got separated when the older sister got married. This dance routine helps me to convey the sadness I have over losing my sister.

I keep on working on the steps and also add some new ones. I am so absorbed in dance and music that I did not hear the front door open and my parents entering the house. Suddenly I heard my mother knock on my door.

"Why are you playing your music so loud? You know that I have migraine problems and loud music just increases the problem." my mother loudly asks me.

"It's nothing. Just had a long day at school and needed to relax. Sorry mom." I tell her frantically turning off the music and trying to hide the posters I had taken out of their hiding place.

"Why is it your door locked?" she asks while trying to turn the door.

"It must be jammed." I tell her while slowly opening the lock.

"Ok. Hey how was your day? Was it tough?" she asks me.

"No it was ok. Just had a lot of studying to do." I lie to her.

"Oh. Well I will call you when dinner is ready then." she says.

"No it's ok. I am not hungry. I'm just going to go to sleep." I tell her while yawning.

"Well if you want something just come downstairs ok?" she tells me and leaves.

Whew.......... Escaped Another close call.....

If she found that I was dancing or even liked dance for that matter I do not know what would happen to me.

So I go to take a shower and after that i find out a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt and settle into bed.

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1 YEAR AGO

As soon as I entered through the front door I knew thee was something wrong. Usually when I get home I can hear laughter and talking between my sister and who ever is home from work. That day both my parents were home but no one said a single word to me.I say my sister in the kitchen and I wanted to ask her what was wrong but before I could she walked away. That made things even more mysterious as we were very close. I opened the fridge to get a snack and just as I found a sandwich I heard shouting from the living room. At first I thought it was some silly fight but when the voices only got louder I knew it was something serious. Also my sister and parents never fight as she is the model child compared to me. Got great grades in all subjects and lead singer in the school choir. I mean what more could a perfect child need? My parents always had great expectations of her to become a neurosurgeon since all most members of my family were doctors. But all my family members had that expectation of her. I walk into the living room to see what the problem is.

" I don't want to become a doctor. I want to dance. I love to dance. I even got a admission to the New York Dance Academy. You have to let go of this silly doctor dream . It's my life and I don't want to be a Doctor." My sister is yelling.

"You will not become a dancer. Dance is not a profession it's a hobby. You can not have a career in dance." My dad tells my sister sternly.

" Dance is a profession can be a profession if the person is willing to work really hard. And I am ready to work hard." My sister says.

"If you are ready to put that hard work into becoming a doctor you will make a great neurosurgeon." My mom tells her.

"I told you a hundred times that I don't want to become a doctor. I want to be a dancer." My sister yells at my parents.

"Well I have no place for a dancer in my home. Either you become a doctor or you leave my home." My dad says.

"Then I guess I better pack my things then." my sister tells both my parents.

She goes into her room to pack and I run after her.

"You can't go. Please don't go. If you go then who will I practice with?" I plead with her to not go but she wouldn't listen.

"I have to go and always remember if dance is your passion like it is mine then you should never allow anyone to stop you from fulfilling your passion. Agreed?" she looks at me in the eye and says.

With that she walks out the door. I try to run after her but my parents hold me back. I watch my sister's figure disappear down the road with tears running down my cheeks.

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