Thalia Patil

Epilogue: America

I open the muggle letter with growing atticipation and then I put it down. I couldn't do this. Only thirteen Head Actors or Head Actresses in history had made it in. I knew I looked it up.

"You going to open that?" said a voice and I turned to see Sonja.

"Yes, I just. I, well, only thirteen people from WADA have ever been accepted. I almost don't want to know."

She shrugged and walked out the door.

I was going to open it eventually, I had been stating at it for hours, ever since it had arrived and I had barely even opened it.

If it was a yes, I would bounce around the house all month and be possitively annoying, if not then I'd be glum for the same amount of time, maybe longer.

I breathed in deeply but it came out all shaky and I pulled the letter out carefully and unfolded it. Honestly, I didn't even know if I wanted to know.

Worst case I would go to the Oxford School of Drama, where I had already been accepted.

Thalia Patil,

Congradulations on being accepted to The Juilliard School.

I grinned and put the letter down, all the other words blurred, I couldn't even read the other words, suddenly them seemed to be in another language.

This was better than getting Head Actress by 100 times. I couldn't speak, I could barely move, I couldn't hear I couldn't speak. At the end of the year my goal was to go to Oxford but the headmaster had suggested I apply, but I never thought I'd get in and now I did.

Oh, Merlin, he asked me to send him a letter with the results. I ran upstairs and grabbed a piece of parchment.

I scribbled down three words and signed it.

I got in.

-Thalia

I attached it to my owl and sent it off.

"Did you finally open the letter?" Ebony asked at my door.

"Yes, Ebony, I did. I GOT IN!" I yelled and ran and hugged her.

"Ow, Thalia, you're squishing me."

"Sorry, oh, Merlin, I can't believe I actually got in!" I yelled and gave her a huge grin.

"I haven't seen you this happy in, forever." Mike said.

"Twins scare me, how are you always at the same place at the same time like that?" I said, Eb and Mike grinned and high-fived.

"I got in, MIKE!" I yelled.

"What did he do?" Mom asked with Dad behind her.

"Absolutely nothing. I was just excited. I GOT IN!" I yelled and they looked at me blankly. "To Juilliard."

"You applied? You never told me you applied, but wow." Mom said.

"I did and I got in and only thirteen other students at WADA have ever gone there and I GOT IN!"

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Done, I'm happy it's finished but I'm also kind of disappointed. This was my first thing but now that it's done I feel kind of lost as if I don't know what to do without it. It's been such a big part of my daydreams it's just weird. The only other thing that I could compare it to would be when I finally finished the manuscript of my book and now I'm done and I'm stuck in between projects. I have these two ways I could go and it's so hard to chose, almost like a big life decition that's killing me.

Here, I know I'll move on to the Lily and James story but it's still crushing. It's kind of hard to explain but it's just it. The finished project. Finished and done with but it will always be there. Unless you've had the same thing then you'll probably understand none of this. If not, then I think you should try it, it's a new experiance, one that cannot be defined as good or bad, it's simply itself. It's new, different, unique.

Interesting.

I could probably go on like this for hours, but I just wanted to say that this is probably the most support I've ever gotten for a piece of my work and I really do appreciate it. The most for any of my pieces, asside from my best friend, Emma's, incredible ability to try to steal any of my notebooks no matter how horrible I say the piece inside is. (I have yet to figure out why she feels the need to do such.)

To describe it simply I would just say wow.

-Lyssa