"Get started on your University applications ! Harvard, Oxford, Iv- just get everything covered and let me take a look before proceeding alright, honey ? There's no time to lose if you'd want to be successful just like your Dad and I and take over this law firm. It means alot of hard work and effort, dear," Mother rambled on as she was searching through her files for some document, totally ignoring the dead pan face you were giving her at the moment.

You sighed and dragged your feet out of the study. You really didn't want to do this. Just when you thought the worst would be over once you produced 'something' for your college graduation examination. You thought you would be able to finally make your own decision about something you would want yourself to do, rather than what your parents expected you to do. You were just sick and tired of fulfilling their wishes and having their hopes pinned on you, their only child. 

All you wanted to do was to get a degree in the arts. Sure, you didn't exactly took classes relating to it (Excluding the ballet lessons you took when you were 6 and quit a few months later 'cos you weren't interested. At that age, at least.) but you did have some experience from an acting academy you used to attend. Since high school, you've started to have a great interest in dancing. You'd often gather with your group of friends after school and head to a dance studio, just watching the same video of your favourite stars dancing for hours and then imitate them.

You didn't tell your parents though. All they cared about was you doing well in your studies, qualify for top notch education one could possibly receive, get a degree in law and then probably work in their law firm until they retire, whereby you'd take over. 

Heck, you didn't care about the law that much. You even hated the weird wig-like thing your parents wore everytime they attend a court hearing. You'd wouldn't want to end up like them. All you wanted, was centre stage, and a single spotlight.