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Taken from the novel: It Was All Fun and Games, Right? The Summer Hathaway Autobiography
I always danced, for fun. Right? Yeah. Dancing was always my little thing that I loved to do. I could express myself, no one could ridicule because no one knew I did it. I danced at a studio called Studio X on Long Island. It was a mother of a drive, long and a bitch because there was always traffic. Lots of it.
I started when I was three, and than moved up. By the time I was 16 I was dancing at Julliard with the students there. I knew I had to go to Julliard. But I had other commitments. The band, I hated it. Loathed it. Fucking hated it. I knew my calling, but everyone thought it was something else. I knew I had to dance, but Zack, Katie, Freddy, Dewey they all 'knew' what was best for me! So for my 17th birthday they paid the tuition to a Music Management in LA. I smiled and thanked them, of course…
but I couldn't tell them that I had been accepted to Julliard and already paid for my first year. Well, my parents had, but whatever. Right? Wrong. At the end of year party I told them I was going to Julliard. They gaped at me, Dewey left the room. Freddy yelled at me, he was drunk and high but he still yelled at me. Katie gave me the cold shoulder. Soon, everyone had turned their backs on me. Did they not know that sometimes, people can't do what you want them to do? Do they honestly believe that I was a puppet of theirs? Something for them to throw around, do this Summer! Do that! Do this! That! Well FUCK YOU! I don't give a shit about them! They hate me, I hate them! I left New Jersey the next morning. Tired, defeated, alone.
Julliard beckoned. That was that. They whole first part of the book you just read. My childhood. Everything, it had vanished. I had been forced to grow up to soon. Graduate high school early, you are young for the rest of your life. Its not the same. Life just isn't. I know this seems like an emotional slaughter fest for an introduction to part 2 of this novel but trust me. Its not, Follies, which I once choreographed was an emotional slaughter fest, people broke down on stage, it was a challenge. But I drew upon experiences that I'd had. Years after I left Jersey, years after I choreographed Follies, I met my old friend Katie. I mean YEARS later. She was married to a former band member and her marriage was crumbling. She had already been through one failed marriage. She smoked like no one I'd ever seen, and she wore more rouge than a can can dancer in Paris. She was a wreck. We became friends again, and than, weeks later when she was drunk, and on her fifth cigarette of the day she blew up, tipped over and took everything out on me. Screaming, yelled, throwing vases. THAT was an emotional break down. Well, my life didn't suck really, I mean it! It had its ups, and damn were they UPS! I've had a successful career and a very special man in my life who's been there for twenty nine years. So, if you put it all in perspective you realize that all in all, what actually happened during the years of my life didn't really matter. What matters is that I came out on top. That's the important thing. If you can push throw all the shit and mud slung at you, you can truly win at the fucking screwy game of life. Just look at me, I live on the Upper East Side and I attend every opening night, its like a tradition. I am pretty damn lucky. Look at where Katie is now. Dead. Put THAT in FUCKING perspective. Well, on to part two. See you there.
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