I: Do you know what my dream is?

Her: No.

I: Do you want to know?

Her: No.

Silence.

Her: You already said it before; that even though you're already a professional you still want to pursue singing.

"Did I really say that?" Fourth whisper, fourth questioning her, half questioning myself. The moment she told me she doesn't want to know what my dream is, I already felt broken. I expected that answer, but I didn't expect her to be that forward. I was taken a back. I felt like the Mt. Everest stopped getting big and starts shrinking.

A friend once said, "If tears come out from the left, means they're from the heart; they're real... but since yours come out from the right, you're fake!" We both laughed that time because she saw me tearing up and they just all came from the right eye... while we're talking about something serious. Well, I ought it to be serious but the question I asked her was about a story I'm going to make and she thinks that it's happening to me for real! I'm glad for her serious answers but my tears fooled me, I was faking that time. Fake.

 

"My eyes won't let me hide 'cause they always start to cry. ♪♪" - Stevie Wonder

A small tear came out my eye; this time it's from the left. It stopped once that little tear escaped. It screamed freedom; but I screamed, "Why?"

I've been a witness for countless talents being discovered and enhanced. They're like... wow, amazing. How I envied them for their courage and spirit... and the support system they have.

Her: You can do whatever you want. No one's stopping you.

End of conversation.

Yeah, and no one's supporting me as well. Thanks. =)