Could be a Star

Chapter 36

Palm Island is just a little place. It's not busy or well know by people other than rain enthusiasts. But it's home.

It's just like any other place, really. Some people are lovely like my drama teacher Mr Sharp or this one man who taught me how to dance called Andy Anderson or some talented teenagers like Kate, Kerry, Oliver and Liam or this friend I have called Max. He's very dear to me and he's taught me a lot about myself and other things too. You might have heard of him, actually, he's playing Micheal in Billy Elliot on the West End. Pretty amazing, I know. My family make me very happy, too. They're mad, yes but fantastic. I am proud to have a little brother who is so devoted to cereal, a dad who wears neon shirts and ties and a mum who prances around the house singing 'Anything Goes' whenever she fancies it.

Of course, as we all know, some people are not so nice. Some people know no better than to follow others and not do any thinking for themselves. Someone people are just up front bullies and don't seem to care about the feelings of others. Some people change. Maybe that dosen't mean that they're a bad person, maybe it just means that they're not right for you anymore. Who knows, perhaps one day Ricky will start wearing a top hat and a monocle and ask everyone to called him Richard James Harrison Blueberry and get annoyed if anyone forgets the third bit on the end.

I have enjoyed the past few months more than anything despite all that's changed. I've learned to like change, it's what keeps life up beat and interesting. I'm lucky enough to have met wonderful people and have been a big part in a fantastic show. I'm proud of it, and I'll never forget it and what it's meant to me.

Who knows where I'll be in ten years time. Hopefully, I'll be singing the nights away on the stage, feeling the amazing tingle in my spine every day and doing what I love. But one thing that I know is very important is that people barley every stay the same. So (who can tell?) maybe that won't be the thing I love the most in ten years time. Maybe the thing that makes me happy the most will be sitting in a hut made of straw on a deserted island and questioning the meaning of life. As long as I'm happy, that's the main thing. 

I don't need to know quite yet how my life will pan out. Just as long as I always remember that The Most Wet Island 1996 is my home. Just as long as I remeber that people change and that's okay. Just as long as I remeber all the things I love to do, even if they don't stay the same. Just as long as I remember all of the people who somehow came into my life and made it better. Just as long as I remember how much these past few months have meant to me. Just as long as I remember to do the things and be with all the people that make me happy. Who know what could happen if I remember to all of those important things? Who knows what I could be?