Dreamer. [joshler]

one. Signing Up

I felt the sunlight burn through my eyelids, another morning. I opened my eyes and looked up at the little window in my room, rays of sunshine beamed through the curtains. I buried my face in my pillow and pulled my blanket closer, I didn't want to get up. But the alarm on my phone went off, forcing me to sit up. I reached over lazily and turned the alarm off, noticing what time it was. I had completely forgotten what I was planning on doing today. I had saved up for months to buy a nice new camera, but I never got it. I couldn't bring myself to spend so much money on something I didn't know how to use, so I stuck with the old camera my father gave me before I moved out.

It was ok, I wished it was better. I always enjoyed taking pictures and exploring the different things I could do. But I wanted more, I wanted to be better. I wanted to become a photographer, I wanted to take photos like the pros. I wanted to be able to purchase a nicer camera and know how to use it, improve on my techniques. That's why today I was planning on signing up for lessons at the local photography studio near my apartment. I was willing to pitch in the money to do it, maybe if I learn enough and get better I could start a business or sell my photos. All I knew is I had to get to the studio before they closed, I was in no rush.

But I did have to get up so I lazily sat up. I looked around my organized room, nothing was out of place. I was a neat freak. I stood up and stretched, it was quiet. Except for the rumbling of my stomach, I was hungry.

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I jumped onto my little couch with my bowl of cereal, sitting Indian style. I grabbed the remote and turned my tv on, flipping through the channels. Nothing seemed interesting, it was all news. I settled on a cooking show, digging in to my cereal. I had only gotten a few bites of cereal before I didn't feel like eating anymore, standing up and putting my bowl in the sink. I turned my tv off and slugged back to my bedroom, opening my curtains and smiling down at the busy streets. Hastily, I slung my closet doors open.

"What to wear," I thought aloud.

My clothes ranged from dark to colorful, but nothing dull. I pulled out a blue tee shirt and some black skinny jeans, slipping them on. I made my way out of my room and into my bathroom, checking my reflection. My hair was disheveled and messy, I needed to get a haircut soon. I grabbed a comb out of the drawer and started combing my hair and pushing it in place. I stepped back and smiled in satisfaction, or maybe I didn't have to get a hair cut. I ran back in my room and grabbed my phone and wallet, slipping them into my pocket. I was overflowing with joy and excitement, today I finally get to step closer to pursuing my dream.

I rushed out of my room to the door, slipping on some white vans. Checking the time one last time, I slipped out and locked the door. The street was busy ahead of me, cars buzzed by and pedestrians littered the sidewalks. The sun shined down through puffy clouds, I lifted my head to the sky. It was a beautiful blue, birds chirped and flew by. I took in the scent of the city fumes, this day couldn't be anymore perfect. Carefully, I stepped down the few steps in front of my door and headed down the sidewalk. The studio wasn't very far, it was quite convenient. I politely smiled to the oncoming pedestrians, waving and saying good morning to a few.

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Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the photography studio. I stared up at the sign, butterflies in my stomach. I was so happy that I was finally doing something that I had wanted to do for a while. I took a deep breath and looked at the entrance door.

"Let's do this."

I put on s bright smile and grabbed the door handle, pulling it open. Cool air rushed past me as a stepped in, it was crisp. I walked up to the front desk, a nice lady with red hair greeted me with a wide smile. I returned.