Jeff was never really a nervous person. Sure, he got a little freaked before gigs or big tests or auditions. Placement tests and his audition prove that. But he was never always nervous. Until today, that is.
Today was just a regular easy going day for the 17 year-old blonde Warbler. Classes, food, annoying Nick to clean his side of the room (but ultimately he knew he would end up doing that). And then Warblers. Just another normal day for him. He walked in the mini-common room, dubbed the "Warblers' Warbling Room". (No really, there's a door plate.) Joining Nick, David and Beat, he helped finish moving the tables and chairs out of the way. Today was all about blocking and choreography. With a few minutes to spare he grabbed his phone out of his bag and turned it on. Within seconds his phone started vibrating. So much and so quickly people started to notice. "Yo, Sterling. I think your girlfriend wants you. "A warbler shouted out amidst laughs. He rolled his eyes, opening the logs. "Hey McWade. Get one." A smirk followed, but was quickly wiped off as he looked at his phone seeing over 3 messages, all from his family telling him to call his dad. His heart dropped in fear as he dialed, ignoring the concerned looks. His dad calmed his fears of someone being hurt. But made him nervous all over again.
"It came." Was all he said after he hung up. Questions were yelled towards him and ignored, till everyone was silenced by David. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Jeff looked up, taking a breath and addressing the room. "My Julliard letter came. I have to go home after practice." He stood up, looking over to David who nodded. "Well, looks like we better get moving. Jeffy's got an acceptance letter waiting for him."
Rehearsal went by quickly for him. Granted, he wasn't really paying attention all that much. Lucky for him, he wasn't needed to pay much attention, he just moved wherever he was guided to. As the clock struck four, he was jolted out of his daze. Shouts of luck and hope were thrown at him as gathered his thing. He waved to everyone as he walked out towards his car, getting in but not driving away. Not yet. He took his time shedding his jacket and tie, throwing them into the backseat. He sighed to himself, nerves building up as he rolled the sleeves of his Oxford up. Half of him wanted to tear open that letter, half of him didn't. The first half won, and he found himself starting up his car and driving towards his fate.
Twenty minutes later he pulled up to his house, shutting the car off and getting out. Walking up the walkway he took a deep breath and walked in. "Hello?" he called out. He heard voices floating through the house, so he followed the voices, ending up in the living room. Everyone was there; his brothers, sister, mom and dad, even their neighbor who was practically an honorary brother. He smiled at everyone, kicking off his shoes and sitting next to his sister on the couch, grabbing Ferdinand. The air was with silence that was thick and awkward. They were all staring at him, as he scratched behind Ferd's ears, as if he was about to break. "Can you guy stop looking at me like I'm about to read my death letter?" He joked, eliciting laughs from everyone. His dad stood, an envelope in his hand. Without a word he handed it to Jeff, taking Ferdinand and sitting back down.
This was it, he thought to himself as he starred at what held his future. Either he was getting out of Ohio and studying music, or he was staying around and studying journalism. He opened the envelope, his hands shaking as he pulled out the thin paper.
… He was going to New York.