Ha! My fist attempt at writing fanfiction. I'm not much of a story teller so i hope you enjoy this despite that. :) special thanks to jenpen1027 for getting me on my feet to finally write something.
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After the roaring applause faded and numerous congratulations have been said, Ryan Evans stepped out of the theater that stages his latest musical. Getting this role was quite challenging, even with his Julliard degree and still–to-grow Broadway experience. Looking up at the marquee, he stood awhile admiring the way his name looks in bright lights. He was living his dream, and that was the thought that accompanied him to his walk home.
Not so many people can say that they are living their dream. And he is grateful to be one of those people. He graduated from Julliard with distinction and moved on to choreographing for some successful shows and taking a few roles in Broadway. This was his life, and with his name finally in lights, after being in the shadow of his sister for too long, it will be hard to top.
He walked up to the elevator that will take him to his penthouse unit -- a gift from his parents because even with his success, he couldn't afford that still with his own money. Opening his door, he can hear her soft voice humming a melody from the kitchen. Up to now, she's still not as confident with her voice and still pouts her way out of dancing with him. He chuckled softly, remembering the look on her face when he told her she needed to dance with him in the prom number for Senior Year. Color left her usual blushing face as she attempted to run. He was glad she didn't try that on the night he proposed to her or when she was walking down the aisle to him on their wedding day with all eyes on her. She's always been more at home at the orchestra pit while his place was on stage.
He was pulled out of the memory when he stepped on a music book on the floor beside the piano. He picked it up and read her familiar handwriting: "'Twinkle Towne' by Kelsi Nielsen-Evans". He smiled to himself thinking back to his thoughts on his walk home. He was living his dream, alright, but having his name as her last makes the bright lights of the marquee pale in comparison.