Jon owns Alexi. Stephen Sondhiem and Leonard Bernstein own "Tonight"

I had a song in my heart that day. It was "Tonight" from West Side Story.

Tonight, Tonight. Won't be just any night. Tonight there will be no morning star. Tonight. Tonight. I'll see my love tonight and for us stars will stop where there are.

I always loved that song. I was going to use it for my audition for my high schools spring musical.

I remember being very optimistic that day despite my tyrannical overbearing oaf of a father and my cowering pathetic excuse for a mother forgetting my birthday. I was used to it by now.

I guess growing up I learned to turn and face the wind. The only thing you can ever do is make the best of things. I could never be like the girls that dressed all in black and pretended the world was just a shit hole when life didn't go their way.

I was just a normal happy American teenager with less than perfect living conditions.

It all changed that day.

So if I took all the money out of MY checking account and mom's emergency money under her bed that she thinks I don't know about that would be… um carry he 4… whoa. 2,000 dollars? That's enough to get to New York, hire an agent, get an apartment, and still have enough money for a new outfit and breakfast.

If I wait a year though… BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNG!

The blaring fire alarm abruptly brought me crashing down from my fantasy life. Fucking fire drills. Eh… an excuse to get out of class is fine with me.

But something was wrong

There were hushed whispers trickling down the hallways. Panicked looks on people's faces. An announcement over the P.A. "Please evacuate the building." That never happened before.

What's going on? Everyone calm down. It's only a fire drill. What are you whispering?

I heard a scream down the hall. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran in the direction of the scream and out of the last few moments of my life when I would ever be happy.

There she was. Sandi. My best friend Sandi McGold. I had known her since we were both 3. We had met at the park one day and our mothers thought it was so cute how we played with each other. Of course our friendship blossomed over the years into much more. Secrets, fears, crushes, love, hate, betrayal, loyalty.

She was there for me the first time my father hit me. I was there for her the day her mother died.

I loved Sandi like a sister. And there she lay. Dead at my feet, still clutching the fire alarm.

Sandi McGold. Dead at age 17.

Ok. Here we go getting into the really heavy stuff. I'll try to lighten it up if it shall please the public. Well tell me what you think.

ElpHaBaFaBaLaElPhIeFaE- thanks for my first review ever. I was jumping up and down with excitement at your kind words

Well until next time remember. I don't own emotion. I rent.