The Big Apple

My senior year of high school my band (not the cool kind) took a trip to the Big Apple. We did some sightseeing but we were there to do some work. We had a session with the director of Phantom of the Opera! I was awestruck even though I had never heard of him before. Being from a small town in Ohio, this was a big deal. The only other major city I had traveled to before (for more than a day) was Chicago and it was alright. I didn't feel like I was at home or belonged there. But with New York..it was love at first sight. I didn't even mind the smell.

This is where dreams come true. 

We only spent a few days in the city but it was enough of a taste for me to want to go back. I've haven't stopped thinking about it since. The shopping, the tourism, the food. It's one of the art capitals in the United States and it's where I really want to be.

The last few years I've come to realize that I need to do this. If only my family would actually realize how important it is to me. They just judge and say, "You know it's expensive, right Stacey?" "It's hard to make it in New York." They're right. It is expensive and it is going to be hard. But I don't want to look back when I'm old and wrinkly and think what if? What if I had gone for my dream? Would I be happier..rich..poor? I have always lived on the safe side and not taken risks. Well this is my risk! If there's one thing I need it's to try and make it in NYC. I have teachers and (some) friends on my side.

However...
The one thing I don't have and want  need desperately is the support of my mom.

I will prove her wrong.