Dream Song

The Dream

       It seemed like an eternity while I waited for the results of my audition; it was a scholarship for NYU for their musical theatre program. I could get my big break on Broadway by going to that school! I stared at my vision board that hung above my bed; it was a collage of all the Broadway shows I aspired to star in. I envisioned myself opening night in front of thousands of people as the ingénue with the beautiful soprano voice. I had to get there first; the nerves were like pins and needles. I kept refreshing my email on my computer, hoping that something new would come up. I was only making myself more nervous. So I decided to keep my mind occupied by doing something else.

I was watching some old classic movies; it always helped whenever I was nervous. Tonight I decided to watch Roman Holiday; a classic romance movie was just the thing I needed to calm my nerves. Halfway through the movie, I checked my clock; it was almost midnight. I guess sleep was more important than waiting up all night a nervous wreck. I was so tired I don't even remember closing my eyes.

I opened my eyes to whole new surroundings. I was in the fanciest theater I've ever seen. There were rows upon rows of velvet seats, and there was a giant stage with gold pillars.

I looked down at what I was wearing; I was wearing my blue dress from my audition, only this time it was fancier. It was made of silk instead of lace, and my hair was in long curls down my back. Where am I? All of a sudden, the scene began to change. Everything was hazy blue around me with gold light in the air.

A soft melody was playing in the distance, and someone was singing; it was a boy. He had the most beautiful singing voice I've ever heard. He was coming closer to me, and he could have been my age, maybe a year or two older. He had dark brown hair and green eyes. His smile was mischievous but sincere. His voice and smile so mystified me. Something about this boy seemed familiar to me even though I had never seen him before. I felt safe with this mysterious boy. Warm and relaxing energy seemed to come over me. 

       "Hannah," he whispered. How did he know my name? Just then, he took my hand and kissed it. Suddenly everything disappeared.

      I woke up back in my own room, and I was so sad that the beautiful dream I had just experienced ended. I looked at my hand that the boy kissed; it was as if the kiss lingered. Who was he? Why was he in my dream? I sat up and stared at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had just happened. The boy I had just seen was so beautiful, and he seemed to have a connection with me. I wanted to know what it was. I closed my eyes and tried to revisit the dream, but it was no use. I tried a second time to no avail. Tears filled my eyes because I was sad I couldn't visit the mysterious boy.
I turned over and went back to sleep.