Ally's POV
Another day here at Sonic Boom, where I worked at. After selling a guitar to some cute college guy, I started tapping my feet.
(Ally starts singing Calls Me Home)
It's funny how
The walk of life
Can take you down
Without a fight
So many years
Can leave behind
Regretfully until it's time
To realize the moment
When you turn around.
I'm coming home
To breathe again,
To start again
I'm coming home
From all the places
I have been
With nothing
But a voice within
That calls me…
Calls me home
Back in the day
When I was younger
I was so lost and proud
I've gained the world
But it will never
Compare to what i've earned
In the quiet moment
When the earth holds still
I'm coming home
To breathe again
To start again
I'm coming home
From all the places
I have been
With nothing
But a voice within
That calls me…
Calls me home
Calls me home
I'm coming home
To breathe again
To start again
I'm coming home
To breathe again
To start again
I'm coming home
From all the places
I have been
With nothing
But a voice within
That calls me…
(Ally stops singing)
"Ally," said Dad.
I looked back at the staircase and Dad was happily walking towards me with a package in his hand.
"There's a package for you."
"For me? What is it?" I asked. If it's a package, it must be very important.
"I don't know but it's from New York."
New York? Why is it from Mew York?
I snatched the package from his hands and quickly opened it.
"Oh my God!" I gasped.
"Ally, what is it?" asked Dad.
"It's from MUNY!"
"Moo-nee?"
"No, MUNY stands for Music University of New York! They accepted me there! It's been my dream to go to that school."
"Can we afford it?"
"Mom said you two could."
"Oh, yeah."
I gave Dad the letter. As he reads it, I walk around it.
"I can't believe that I'm going to the school of my dreams! Experience everything I ever dreamed of! The school of singers, dancers, musicians—"
"Ally?" My dad cut me off.
"What?"
"Ally, before you could go there, it says that you have to audition first."
"Audition?"
"Yes, you have to audition in New York to get in. Ally, I know you have stage fright, but if you don't want to do it—"
"I will do it."
"Ally, are you sure? Remember what happened the last time?"
"Dad, I was nine years-old."
"You threw up on the girl in front of you during your choir concert."
"I know, but I'm sixteen now. This school has always been my dream. Music is more than my hobby. Music was meant for me! I just know it. I can sing, play guitar, play piano, and dance." I danced my usual dance to show Dad.
"Sweetie, let me put this in a way that won't hurt your feelings. You can't dance."
"Do you believe I can do it, Dad?"
"Ally, you were born to do this. I know you're ready."