Have you ever told some one some thing and they were really excited and proud of you. And did the misinterpreted it and it made them even happier? Were you able to tell them the truth? I wasn't. You see, when I was little I told my father, Asparagus, that I wanted to be an entertainer. He was ecstatic. He hugged me and began crying. He said that he's so happy that I want to follow in his footsteps. It was his dream that one day I would be an actress. An actress? That's where he went wrong. I didn't want to be on stage or in movies all glamour up; wearing beautiful collars as I acted. I didn't want to have to speak in from of people and cats on stage. I have terrible stage fright and I tend to freeze up in front of crowds, no matter how small it is. I can't speak, I forget my words instantly.

That is exactly why I wanted to be a Mime. I seen them on the street one day performing and I was entrapped. Their black and white makeup was simple yet exquisite. It enhanced their expressions so much more and they were always joking around. They have fun by doing the simplest of things, such as being trapped in a box. I loved it. I wanted to be just like them. I kept going back to see them after I was done rehearsals with my father. They were always much more serious with acting. If you forget a word it's like the end of the world, as a Mime, I wouldn't have to worry about forgetting what my next line was.

That was when I was younger though. They don't come out on the streets as often. I'm still on stage but when ever I see one, I always try to resist the urge to join them. I'd watch them for hours and drop some token of appreciation in to their hats, such as a mouse or my latest piece of knitting. I did bring my father by one day to show him them. He wasn't pleased with their work. Although my father did enjoy doing pantomime on stage, the street seemed to turn him off. Saying that they were simply people with broken dreams and no where to go. They obviously weren't good in anything so they chose the one thing that needed no talent. That hurt me. I found their act beautiful and funny and simply magical, my father saw it was something that a Pollicle stepped in.

So, I never told him. I never told him how much I wanted to be like them. How much I wanted to be on the streets having fun instead of on stage being bored out pf my fur. I knew for sure that he wouldn't approve. He's old and feeble now and I was stupid enough to promise him that I wouldn't give up stage acting after he died. He knew that in a few years time that I'd have more of a name for myself then I already did. He said that I could travel the world as an acting cat like he did in his youth... I don't know if I want to. I think that he suspected what I wanted to be or else he wouldn't have made me promised him. The thing that he didn't think of is that... promises can be broken.


A/N: So this one is a little more angsty. Make that quite a bit more. What are you going to do about it? I wrote this chapter in, like, ten minutes. I was so proud of myself, I had an energy rush from the KD [I love Kraft Dinner. Woo] Rum Tum Tugger is next; I'll have to start work on him soon.

For now I have to go pack for Halifax and enjoy the silence of the house. My cousins left today. Bah-day! Well, it would have been days ago now, I'm posting this after I get back from Halifax so it'll be Wednesday. (Its Sunday now) ... Now I just confused myself.

Well (Now it's Wednesday. Confusing ain't it) and school starts again tomorrow. I don't want to go. I spent three hours in a car; I have a head ach and just plain am not feeling well. We'll see how I am in the morning.

Super Poet GurlSHE LIVES! I'm glad you updated, it didn't take me too long If long at all to read you chapter. And no you can't have it. I said stories. Plural; so devious. You're welcome for the dedication. It's a whole story just for you. You should read their stories first to show them that you're interested. It's how I got my reviewers... Who I love

Chimalmaht – I'm glad that you like it. I can sympathize with Rumpus though; I'm allergic to fur too. And Jellylorum, sort of I want to be on stage when I'm older and my mom says that it'll be a good hobby. A Hobby! Get real. I'm going to do it professionally.

You're lucky you only got 5 loud and disobedient little cousins. I have 6 little cousins on my Dad's side and 18 on my Mom's. I'd have 20 but my aunt just had two miscarriages. Sad stuff. But I'm glad that there's someone else out there suffering with me.

DemiGold – Thanks. I take pride in my work. Sorry that this one wasn't as funny. Tugger should be though.

Tie Kerl – I won't freak out like I did in that letter I sent you. I went back to Neptune yesterday to pick up a schedule. Mom's going to bring me to see 'Annie' there, or at least she's going to try. I'm still going to read yours. I can't wait to see what it'll be like.

Roman de la Croix – I wasn't really intending for it to be. This one isn't at least. I'll take it as a compliment.

Anjerla – Yeah... I don't take that as criticism. You're just pointing out my mistake. That's fine. I kind of messed that up didn't I? I'll fix it later so that he's scared of them or something. That's for the input.

...Here is my handle, here is my... darn. Sugarbowl.