Time To Shine

Thank You

When I got home my mom was of course standing in the doorway. "Mom I had to. He was trying to get back with me. I kn---" I got cut off. "I'm not mad. I'm just here because I wondered if you were hurt. Cause I won't take anything from him because he hurt you." She said. "Thanks mom." I said hugging her. She hugged back. I let go and I walked to my room. I looked at my calendar and it was a week away from going to the place to meet the you tuber. I ran around and started singing Don't Rain On My Parade glee style. "Don't tell me how to live, just sit and putter. Life's candy and the suns a ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade. Don't tell me how to fly, I've simply got to. If someone takes a spill it's me and not you. Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade. I'll march my band out, ill beat my drum and if I'm fanned out your turn at bat. Sir. At least I didn't fake it. Hat, Sir I guess I didn't make it. But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection. Or a freckle on the nose of life's complexion. The cinder of the shiny of its eye. I gotta fly once, I gotta try once, only can die once, right. Sir. Oh, life is juicy,juicy and you see I've got to have my bite. Sir. Get ready for me, love. Cause I'm a comer. I simply gotta march, my hearts a drummer. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade. I'm gonna live and live NOW. Get what I want, I know how. One roll for the whole shebang, one throw, that bell will go clang. Eye on the target and WHAM. One shot one gunshot and BAM. Hey, Mr. Arnstein here i am. I'll march my band out. I'll beat my drum. And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat. Sir. At least I didn't fake it Hat, Sir. I guess I didn't make it. Get ready for me, love. Cause I'm a comer. I simply gotta march, my hearts a drummer. Nobody- No- Nobody is gonna........ RAIN ON MY PARADE!!!" I sang beautifully all the way through. I plopped down on my bed and just daydreamed about things that should happen in my life.