As I forced stale air into my lungs and locked my knees to stop them from shaking, I decided to concentrate on walking through the door. The large, looming double-doors gleamed like scorched dandelions and made me squint as I examined the handle. It was brass and probably burning hot from the constant heat. Moving slowly forward my hands reached tentatively to the handle, finding it surprisingly smooth and cool. I pushed the door with both hands and entered the most fascinating room I'd ever seen...
There are so many things that make up a person. I know that "things" isn't the right word, but I can't think of something that adequately describes what a person even would be made of. Dreams, accomplishments, interests, regrets, mistakes, wishes, relationships, etc. I love ballet. I want to teach ballet, and I want to dance ballet. It's part of who I am. But my heart also yearns for the actress side of me. The little bite of real acting that I got at the age of ten in a production of Babes in Toyland in Salt Lake City. The countless drives to Ogden for rehearsals of Music Man when I was twelve. The ten-hour dress rehearsals of Jana's plays throughout high school. I miss that. My heart yearns for the flute. The peak of my playing my Senior year when I was practicing daily and could play Carnival of Venice like a pro. When I began to see what my practicing had accomplished and considered going on to play in a symphony. I miss French. Learning an entire other ...
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