Making the Dream

This is my creative writing story, kinda lame so dont judge to hard

I tell Mama I waitress in the Village so she don’t have to cut me out of her heart. Because the truth is, I’m heading for Broadway! I told her I moved to Village Main so she wouldn’t try to find me, she said I couldn’t make it, but I’m already halfway there! I step off the train and take in a breath of New York air. I walk down the street, smiling at everyone I pass, an old lady smiled back but she seems to be the only one. I’m from a small Podunk town named Pratt in the booming state of Kansas, a state of smiling people, kind faces, and little opportunity to shine. Here I’m lucky to get a half-hearted hello, let alone a chance on Broadway. My spirits begin to lose hope when I see the huge line to the theater. As I step in line the girl in front of me looks at me like I’m obviously a piece of trash and turns around with her nose straight up in the air. “Aw, don’t worry bout her,” says the voice behind me. I turn to see a vibrant red headed woman who seemed to be the same age as me. “She’s a newbie, this is only her second time. She didn’t get the part the first time cause the director didn’t like the giant stick she has up her butt.” I decided right then this gal was my new favorite person. “My name is Alli.” she says, I tell her my name is Ivy. Alli looks at me with a grin and says “Ivy…The newest Broadway star!” Those words were music to my ears. We traded stories and thoughts until we realize I was next in line. I began to shake. “What’s the problem puppet?” Alli says with a weird look on her face. “I’m really nervous, weren’t you on your first time?” I say, “Nah, nothing scares me.”. I envy her, she is so confident while I feel like a bumbling fool ready to fall flat on my face with every step. “NEXT.” I hear from in front of the stage, I regain myself and walk out there, the lights are so bright I think I go blind for a second. “Come on kid, we haven’t got all day.” I hear a man in the audience say. So I begin to sing, I don’t know why I sang it; it was just the first song that came to mind
   “Cause baby you’re a firework, come on let your colors burst
Make them go oh, oh, oh, as you shoot across the sky-y-y”
By the time I’m done I feel great, “Oh my God, that was horrible.” I hear in the background, but realize it was the stick girl from earlier and smile when I hear the judge say, “I think quite the opposite, rehearsals start Monday. Don’t be late!”. I run yelling outside and wait for Alli. As I see Alli walk out I immediately ask if she’s in, “Of course! Say, where are you staying while you’re here?” she asks “I thought I would try and get a hotel until I start making some money and can afford a place.” I say, “Nonsense, you can stay with me I have a huge condo with an excellent view of the city. You will love it!”
   Over the weekend Alli tells me everything I need to know, how to dress, who to talk to… everything. By the time Monday rolls around I felt like I can’t fail and I’m ready to know what part I got.
   I ran up to the wall and saw on the listing, I had gotten Velma in the play Chicago, and Alli had gotten Roxie! I was so excited but realized it was really hard work, with all the dancing and working out, then vocal warm-ups. By the time we got home, I though my body was going to collapse. By the next day I could barely move, Alli was nice enough to drag me down to the theater, which was good, and then I suffered through the rest of the day.
Weeks pass, and everyday we have intense rehearsals and as the deadline gets closer I begin to feel queasy. I never really thought I would make it this far; I’m pacing in the apartment when Alli comes back from the store. “What’s wrong puppet?” she asks putting away the groceries. “The performance is a week away, and I’m freakin’ out” I say now sipping on water. “You’ll be fine, no reason to get your knickers in a twist” she says laughing, but I still don’t feel better. The next days seem to fly by, and by the day of the performance I feel awful. I hear everyone’s voices in the audience go quiet, and I almost miss my entrance. I walk out with my eyes looking away from the audience, scared, until I look at all the people looking at me with compassionate eyes. My confidence grew and I knew everything would be alright.
We go out to greet our fans, and I get so many compliments, then I saw her. My mom, “What are you doing here Mama?” I say tears filling my eyes. “ I saw the ad for the show, and I saw your name on it, so I hoped on the first plane I could” she says, she hugs me and says “I’m so proud of you, I knew you could do it” and I feel like I’ve made my dream!