I'm sure out of all of my friends; no one would have guessed that I would have been the one to become famous. I was always the shy, quiet nerd in the corner of the classroom who always got A's but no one knew how. I was your typical nerd, the hipster glasses, the braces, you name it, and I had it. There was only one secret that only my closest friend, Kyle Walsh knew. I was a Broadway actress.
"Lucy, Lucy, when you sing we need more expression. I need you to look at Aaron like you really are angry about the rumors he's spreading. Don't just sing the song, live it. Okay?" I looked at the director of the musical and watched how wildly he gesticulated. I was amazed that one person could have so much energy. Not only did he scream at us, but he ran around energetically like it was nobody's business. He was one of the most famous directors on all of Broadway, and I was happy when I found out I was going to be able to work with him, but then once I saw him, I kinda decided that he was a little bit too, um, what's the word? Happy. I always felt awkward around people who were so disgustingly optimistic about life. I mean, I know that sounds a little bit emo, but I can't be constantly happy. I had my ups and my downs. But I was rudely interrupted from my amazing philosophical thought by the new kid, Aaron-I think his last name was TV? No, its Tveit. That's right, Tveit. He was singing my name, which was annoying, because I only let my closest friends do that, and he is not one of my close friends. He was really annoying, like those people who know that they're really good, and act it. They always go out of their way to annoy you, and that's how this kid was.
Soon practice was over, and my dad was here to pick me up. "Comment s'est passée ton pratique aller?" I sighed as my answer because I was much too tired to speak. Because I wanted to make Broadway my career, I was graduating high school two years early. I was never off school or anything. I just worked and worked, and so my dad tried to make it as easy on me as possible. I didn't really do chores or mow the lawn. Well, we lived in New York City, and that too in Harlem. We didn't exactly have a lawn. It was more like a blade of grass growing in the crack of the sidewalk. As we walked to Harlem, I allowed my thoughts to wander.