Juilliard

Chapter 1

Dear Nancy,

Congratulations! It gives me tremendous pleasure to inform you that the Juilliard Dance Faculty and the Committee of Admissions have granted you admission into the Ballet - Bachelor of Dance program at The Juilliard School for the 2014-15 academic year. Enrollment at Juilliard is an oppurtunity to join a community of accomplished performing artists from around the world in an exciting and challenging education. We would like to extend to you every encouragement to join us in the fall.

Wait. I have to be reading it wrong or something. I have to be dreaming. It has to be a dream, this can't possibly be real. The school of my dreams, the school I've been dreaming about going to since I was 6 years old....accepted me. I got accepted into the Juilliard School. My entire life's work of training to be the best at what I do, practicing day and night to win competitions....finally paid off.

"I got in.." I mumbled in disbelief to myself, trying to convince my self that this wasn't a dream. "I actually got in..."

I jumped off of the kitchen stool and ran like I never have before into my dad's office.

"Dad! I got in! I got into Juilliard!"

"That's great Nancy..." He replied rather bluntly, as if he didn't really care or he could care less.

"Dad? Is everything okay?"

"No, it's not, Nancy.... the whole 'dream of being a dancer' was cute before, like when you were younger...but you're older now, you're an adult and you really need to grow up and find something more realistic for your future."

"But dad..this is what is want with my future...when I think about my self ten, twenty, even thirty years from now...I see my self perforing as a dancer, then running my own dance studio for other boys and girls like me, who's dream it is to also become a dancer. How can you just tell me to not pursue my dream?! That's not what a father should do! I fucking hate you and I can guarantee you that if mom was still here she'd support me one-hundred percent!"

I stormed off to my room, and called my best friend, Noah. He's the only that I could talk to, becuase now not only was I feeling pissed about what my dad so rudely commented on my dreams and plans for the future, but now I was also feeling sad because I missed my mom.

My mom died about five years ago of ovarian cancer. I was thirteen. My mom and I were so close, she was my best friend. When we found out that she fell ill, it killed me inside, and it hurt her too, because I couldn't look at her the same way, no matter how hard I tried. Everytime I looked at her, all I could see was this ticking time bomb that only had so much time left. All I could think was, 'please don't leave me' or 'what am I going to do without you'.

When she finally died, I cried for months and months on end, each morning I would wake up and think it was all just a terrible dream, the worst.....and I would go downstairs and smell the perfect breakfast she would always make for all of us. But it never was a dream, it was real, and every morning when I went downstairs, all I smelled was my dad's coffee being brewed. I went into depression and never really got over the fact that my mom was actually gone. But now I know that she lived a very good and fulfilling life, and she's in a much better place and no longer in pain. Yeah, sure, I miss her alot, but it would be selfish of me to wish she was back and put her back in that kind of pain.

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"He really said that?!" Noah exclaimed, sounding just as surprised as I was when I first heard my dick of a father speak the venomous words.

"Yeah.." I sighed.

"Screw him, Nance....I say if you want to go to that school, pursue your dreams, and do that with your life, you do that, and you will rock it...it's your life, you're eighteen, he can't control you anymore. And plus, you got a scholarship anyway, right?"

"Yeah....but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Then go for it, babe. You'll be the best damn dancer that school's ever seen in all the years they've been open, no doubt about it"

I giggled at his thought of me being the best dancer that Juilliard has seen....as if... "You know what...I think I will...thanks for the pep talk, Noah. My dad is such an ass." Noah was always great for things like this. He has that...sass.

Noah and I have been best friends since we were in the same first grade class. Once we got into middle school, I kinda had my suspicions that he was gay, seeing as he could never stop staring at my boyfriends and he was constantly drooling over Edward and Jacob from those godawful "Twilight" movies. Turns out I was right. I helped him come out when we were in eighth grade and got him his first boyfriend when we were in ninth. I practically told off or kicked every person's ass who tried to bully him over it.

"No problem, well I gotta go, mom's home. Love you."

"Love you too, Noah. Tell her I said hi"

"Will do."

I then hung up and grabbed my acceptance letter....I thought to myself, 'time to accept my spot at one of the top arts colleges in America.'

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