"I'll catch you later," I said to the guy I had just met. It was nice talking to him on the plane ride. I wouldn't have survived if I hadn't met him. He was off to his destination. I wonder if I would ever see him in my lifetime ever again.

"Hey!" He shouted for me. I turned around, wondering what he wanted. "You missed a hole," he pointed. I looked down and saw that one of my buttons on my cardigan was unfastened. I chuckled and quickly buttoned it. I gave him a friendly wave and we were both on our ways. This was my first time traveling by myself. I was nervous. It was just me myself and I. I came to LA to be discovered. To change my life around. To become someone new.

I walked out side the airport and found a normal yellow cab. It was time to celebrate, I had finally made it here on my own. "To the club!" I commanded the driver. Without a sound, he nodded and we sped off. I was finally going to be someone. Someone like never before. I rolled down the window, looking at all the lights and the people passing by. Everyone looked so famous. They were all dressed up. Fancy to me was their casual wear. Stilettos, shimmery dresses, expensive tuxedos. I just had my cardigan and my average boots. There was an awkward silence in the cab. I started to get nervous, and even maybe a little bit homesick. But then the taxi man turned on the radio and the Jay-Z song was on and the butterflies flew away.