Prologue:
"Bye! I'll miss you so much!" I yelled through the crowd at the airport to my best friends, and only friends, Simon Lewis and Maia Roberts, my parents, Jocelyn and Luke, and my brother Jon. I was just about to board a plane that was going to take me from my hometown of Idris, Colorado to Broadway. Yes, the Broadway in NY.
I was leaving a week before my junior year in highschool started. You're probably wondering how I got from the crazy band to a professional actor/singer/dancer (Triple Threat)
Well, the story is quite amusing. As you know, there is always a party happening when you are in highschool, I went to one of these "amazing" parties, and somehow ended up playing truth or dare. Well, I don't exactly drink so I was sober, but my friend Simon, well let's just say he went streaking through the town park with nothing but antlers on his head the last time we went to a party. When Simon asked I said dare, and Simon being Simon, asked me to take a video of me singing/dancing/acting and told me to send it to a director of a random show as an audition tape. I, not wanting to back down from a dare, did the dare. No more than 2 months later I got an email from the director of Hamilton saying that they still needed an Angelica Schuyler and wanted me to play the part.
I immediately went to Simon, well after telling my parents, and told him that I was going to do it. He agreed saying, "You might beable to skip the rest of Sophomore year and all of Junior year and that would be awesome." Well, sadly my contract didn't start August and end until next December (meaning all of junior year and half of senior year).
The upside of me leaving town was that I got to ditch the Lightwood kids for a year and a half. Jace, Alec, and Isabelle Lightwood were the "populars" and the people that made fun of my shortness and red hair. The downside of the arrangement was that I couldn't see my family of friends for the next year and a half.
Okay, back to the present.
"Gate B62 is now boarding the B group. I repeat, gate B62 is now boarding the B group."
"Okay guys. That's me," I said, giving last hugs.
"Bye Clary. Please try and call everyday!" exclaimed my mother.
"Make sure you eat some New York Pizza!" that was obviously my brother Jon. He had a weird fetish for eating at all the pizza diners he saw when ever we went traveling. A fetish that he was trying, and failing, to pass on to me.
"I'll do my best, Jon. Bye Mom, bye Luke. Bye Simon and Maia!" I yelled.
"Bye Clare-Bear, Go kick some broadway butt!" Simon finally spoke.
I turned and faced the gate, taking in a deep breath, then exhaling. I slowly walked on the plane. This was it, I was leaving.
