City of Dreams

Chapter 1

I don't believe there's anything quite like the adrenaline you receive while walking down the aisle; thousands upon thousands of people watching, observing your every move; passing loved ones as they smile your way knowing how thrilled you must be for this moment. It's quite... "Simona Greggers, Bachelor certificate in Business." Booms the voice of our director for Yale University through the speakers strategically placed throughout our gymnasium. I continue to walk forwards towards the podium placed in the center of the ever so slightly elevated stage, where I see my wonderful professor. I do believe I'll miss her ever so much, she's the whole reason I aspire to become one in the entertainment industry in the first place. I remember all so clearly the day I walked into class, I had this sense, this feeling of something large, something good, something that could and would possibly change my fate as I knew it. I originally had gone to college for a Masterate degree in contracting, but that was all changed on Monday, August 22, 2016, when I met her, Professor Streisand. It was a day like any other, the static sound of alarms triggering simultaneously, the sun bright rays threatening to peak through the curtain, the cloudly feeling you receive when the tip of your toes touch the soft carpet.

"HELLO MONDAY!"

Call me psychotic, but I find Monday's quite enjoyable. It's a fresh start to a new week, Monday could make or break your weekend as a whole. Which is why I find immense enjoyment in making Monday's go as grand as possible as I believe anyone should. It is ever so depressing watching as others tare down this marvelous day for merely being at the beginning of the week. It is not the day's fault, just the way you interpret the day. Believe me, I am with you, I don't necessarily enjoy waking up myself, but once you have risen and you consume that first cup of coffee, it's like you never even went to sleep. You feel empowered, energized, you are ready to take on anything!

"Woah watch out there."

I whip around in a rush to seek where the source of the voice came from. To my surprise, I see a blond middle-aged woman approximately in their mid-forties lying on the floor next to what seems to be lesson plans.

"Oh no, I am so so so so so sorry. I'm such a clutz and udder mess. I am so sorry. Here let me help you up. I'm.."

"No need it is fine" The woman states while she gets up. I go against her word and insist her anyways after she's up a and mobilized I proceed to grab the papers and folders off the floor and hand them to her.

"Professor Streisand, you?" the lady questions while holding her hand out for what I presume must be a handshake.

"Simona Greggers, pleasure meeting you," I state while firmly shaking her hand offered to me.

"Oh, the pleasure is mine. Now as much as I would love to stay and talk I must continue on to my class. It was wondrous meeting you."

"Likewise, now please do have a great day Professor Streisand,"

"Will do, and Simona?"

"Yes?"

"Please do be careful to not bulldoze old ladies like me once more," She retreated while giggling.

"Will do Mrs.!" I responded while mocking her expression.

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