Well, here I am. Waking up with the invisible sun every morning, going crosstown to a dance studio where I catch up with my childhood dream and pretend to be a real ballerina...every day starts with a sore and sweaty smile. {:`) My classes are composed of beautiful girls with red lipstick and boys... all gay... all beautiful... all delicious smelling. My room is a colorful hippy oasis. Records hang from the wall, my guitar and ukulele lay next to my bed wishing their owner actually knew how to play them...and then there is me. Little 'ol Tarah from Charlottesville Virginia. Wondering what she is doing in this big, scary city... and then I skip away from an amazing voice lesson and see a bride and groom sitting at a cafe, casually sipping coffee...I see a homeless man finding numerous packages of uneaten fruit and sandwiches with a heart breaking smile...I see necklaces with mini bowls hanging proudly as pendants, I see my reflection in the window overlooking an incredible skyline view...and then I know why I'm here. I'm here for the adventure, for the training, and for the characters.
And you're obviously there to write - more, more!!
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