Today i realized something. One of my teachers asked me why i kept singing at the floor my song and i just couldnt figure it out. I wrote on a piece of paper who i was singing to i literally wrote Who is the beast? On a sheet of paper and .. i couldnt figure it out. I went through a list of names and i just i figured it out finally. I realized that the only person who was preventing me from going and following my dreams ... was me! I was the only one holding myself back. Is that weird? On my desk for three years back home i looked at a map of New York every single day and i would go on those webcam nature sites and look at New York City all night long , just Broadway. I wrote a book and in this book the two main characters go to New York together. I went online one night and i found this church in Springfield Ma and it was GORGEOUS and all i wanted was to go to Broadway and do a show and then just from there.. go and open my own theater for kids with Autism and run a drama camp. Thats my dream. Its been my dream since i was fourteen. I dreamed about writing a musical since i was five. I used to play pretend and pretend i was a writer for a musical or something else when i was like in second grade. Its just so close and yet i feel like its further away then it needs to be. Does that make sense to anyone? Scuse the rant. I want and need to go to New York.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 03:19:13 +0000
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