Visions of Ballet and Broadway

Chapter 1: Announcing the Big Move

I had always dreamed of New York City. I had been many times and I had seen numerous productions on Broadway. My parents had always been supportive of me and encouraged me to follow my dreams. When we first went to New York City, I was ten years old. As soon as we had landed at Lagaurdia Airport, I was in love. I wasn't just in love, I was head over heels for this city. Besides all the murder, crimes , and hatred some of the New Yorkers held, it truly was a wonderful place. You could be who you wanted to be. After all, it wasn't called the city of dreams for nothing.
We went and saw A Chorus Line on Broadway. I always knew I wanted to be on the stage wether it was for acting, singing, or dancing. I had taken ballet for as long as I could remember and I wasn't just good, I was great, and I knew it, and I wanted to take advantage of my talent.
A Chorus Line inspired me. I couldn't ever really sing. Sure I could hit a few high notes, but could I carry them for long? Hell no.
A Chorus Line showed me you could use dance and acting in a musical. You didn't have to be able to really sing. It showed people trying to get a job on Broadway one more time before they were too old. I didn't really relate to that, but everything else I understood. I related to Shiela, as my parents weren't that happy together, and my dad had cheated on my mom on several occasions. I related to Bebe, as I didn't feel pretty. I didn't feel as beautiful as let's say, Marilyn Monroe or Natalie Wood. I related to Cassie, as I had always worked my hardest and ended up always getting the short end of the stick.
A Chorus Line inspired me. And from then on, I knew that being in that show was number one on my bucket list and I would stop at nothing to be in it.
Present Day:
I woke up. It was Saturday and I was off from work at the local grocery store in our small town.
I had started saving the moment I heard that this year would be the year where A Chorus Line would finally be revived on Broadway.
And today, today is day I'm telling my parents I leave. Tomorrow. I should've told them sooner, but they've always known I was going to move out as soon as possible. I had to admit, even though my parents always encouraged me, I was scared they wouldn't encourage this.
My mom yelled for me downstairs telling me breakfast was ready. I came down the stairs and saw my dad at the table reading his newspaper. My mom poured me some coffee and handed me a plate with pancakes on it. I told them goodmorning and they responded with the same.
As soon as both my parents were seated and about to eat, I cleared my throat.
"There's something i need to ask. Nope not ask, say."
My parents looked at me with their eyebrows raised.
"I, um, I'm moving."
My mom looked at me confused. "Where to, Diana? I don't recall seeing any ads for anything for sale around here. Have you?" She asked my father.
My father shook his head and continued to stare at me.
Feeling uncomfortable, I moved in my seat and looked down.
"That's because the apartment I've found isn't in this city. As a matter of fact, it isn't in this state."
My mom was already frowning and my dad continued to drink his coffee and stare at me.
My dad finally spoke. "Really? Well then, where to, may I ask?" He asked me.
"Actually, the apartment is in New York. I don't have enough saved up from one in the city, but I found one that's, well let's just say I'll be able to live in it. For awhile anyways. It's in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I have a nice view of the Brooklyn Bridge which is nice" I said.
My dad was shaking his head. I looked at him, my eyes pleading for him to say something that would encourage me.
My mom, she got up from the table and continued to make some more pancakes. I sat at the table with my mouth open. I was in shock. I didn't think they'd support me wholeheartedly, but I did expect them to react in some sort of way.