It seems that there are a lot of skills that I'll need to prepare for the "real world." There are my dancer skills (basic and professional) and then there are my instrument skills (basic string instruments and acoustic guitar), and there are skills that would help me with my stage events. I suppose I'll also have to learn how to act because artists also create music videos. Hopefully, it won't be so hard for me, since dance often involves acting in order to tell a story. Talking to the media? I've never thought of it. But that's a good point. There's always a time when an artist has to talk to the media. It's supposed to increase fame... yet the thought of that makes me nervous. One big quality that's important on stage is charm. And even if you're not that charming in person, you have to appear that way on stage. And as shallow as it sounds, looks are important, and skills in basic make-up, too. I definitely won't want to feed on controversy to become famous. I don't think it's worth the risk. I want to earn it the honest and hard-working way. It can take a while, I know. But that's the fun part. Slowly achieving the goals, and watching the dream become reality. That's what I'm looking forward to in the future. Comments #1. I love you, nice homework ;p
Niels van Loon #2. hehe, I love you too. Thank you! Amanda van Loon #3. Hey again sweetheart. I definitely enjoyed reading this one. I can tell you you're a step ahead in realizing it's a matter of being honest and true. Watching your dreams unfold... there's nothing quite like it. Well done. Joe Wedderburn #4. oh wow... thank you so much Mr. Gaize. Amanda van Loon
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She woke with a start, her heart pounding with dread. Oh no... had her nightmares come true at last? Had everyone grown tired of her? Abandoned her?
She glanced at the clock. It was only midnight... Perhaps she'd fallen asleep yesterday in her throes of illogical outrage. She flushed just thinking of the way she'd behaved. There was no need to be such a brat... But just once, she wanted things to go the way she envisioned them. And she hated feeling so out of control and in the dark. She stroked the sheets beside her and felt that they were cold. Sitting up, she made her way to the window and pulled the curtains back, gazing at the beautiful NY skyline. Somewhere in her idle thoughts, she heard voices. She stilled, listening carefully. Marit sounded much better. She was happy to see her brother no doubt. And ... well he sounded happy too. All was well with them once again. Good... Climbing back into bed, she stared up at the ceiling and closed her eyes. Tomorrow was her first day in the classrooms at SoMA, and she hoped that it would go well. After lying there for what felt like hours, she finally drifted off to sleep and once again, dreamt of dark corridors and cold rooms. Oh she hoped it would be this way forever... She sat on the immense hotel bed, gazing at the empty room around her. Wrapping her arms around herself, as suddenly she felt extremely cold, she stared up at the ceiling trying to contain her tears. What are you crying about? an inner voice nagged. Isn't this what you wanted? Your freedom? Falling onto her back, she tried in vain to blink the tears out of her eyes. At last, she could go to NY, practically on her own. She was free to attend dance classes every day, and she had a nice place to stay (or so she heard). Her mum's friend Rita seemed so understanding and hospitable... There was no need for the tears. Yet her heart ached. For redemption? For home? For love? For trust? Yes, she wanted trust. It was one thing to have earned freedom, and another to have won freedom on default... because her parents were frustrated? Fed up with her perhaps? It tore at her heart. Even worse, Valentine's day was tomorrow. And Roy's birthday... yet she didn't feel like celebrating... anything... at all... Flinging her arm over her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pang in her chest. She tried to pretend that her parents, her brothers and sister were in the next room. And after what seemed like an eternity, she drifted off into a restless sleep. Comments #1. Ehmmmmm baby, why didn't you wake me? I was right next to you y'know... And happy Valentine's day... I love you
Niels van Loon #2. I love you too, Niels... Amanda van Loon Hello Mr. Gaize. My name is Amanda Pontremoli and it's my first year at SoMA. I'm not 15 years old yet, but I will be in a couple of weeks. So I guess it will be a while before I graduate. Right now I dance (ballet, contemporary, and jazz) and I also play the acoustic guitar. I do want to be on stage one day, but first I'd like to go to uni for a year or so. I'm excited to be in SoMA this year. Before this year I was at a school in Amsterdam, and before that I was in London. However, I've always wanted to attend SoMA, especially for the dance program! I do hope that I'll learn a lot here, and one day I do want to be famous... maybe. But fame isn't that important to me. I'm more concerned with being with the people I love... So I'm hoping that my dreams will come true some day! It's nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to being a part of your class. Comments #1. I'm excited to have you in my class for the next few years. Getting on stage is a wonderful goal. I hope to see you do it one day. Welcome to SoMA, dear.
Joe Wedderburn #2. Thank you, Mr. Gaize! Amanda van Loon HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN! I can't believe it! Woooooww. I love you <3 xxxxxx Comments #1. Thank you baby!! I love you so much <33
Niels van Loon #2. I love you too.... soooooooo much. But you're allowed to win this round ;) <333 Amanda van Loon #3. Birthday present? :p Niels van Loon #4. Yup :D Amanda van Loon #5. Well thanks, I always wanted that :p Niels van Loon #6. hehe, well you've won lots of other ways before :)) Amanda van Loon #7. That's true as well ^^ As did you ;)<3 Niels van Loon Tonight has to be… magical. It just had to be. It’s not just another prom. It’s Niels’ last prom… as a student, at least. Amanda bit her lip and struggled to pull up the zipper of her dress. She strode towards the full-length mirror in her room and stared at her reflection, turning this way and that to get a good look at her dress. She hoped that Niels like it. Was it good enough? Lately, she’d been feeling oddly shy and nervous around him. Perhaps it was because he was growing into such a gorgeous young man. Or perhaps because he’d graduated and was almost an “adult”. Perhaps…perhaps because… she could melt with just one look from him. Or even with just one word. She was head over heels. Speaking of heels! Amanda rushed to her suitcase to grab her new pumps. She’d never gone out with heels so high before, and the mere thought of tripping and falling on her face terrified her. Oh Kobe, she silently prayed, don’t let me make a food out of myself tonight. I really want it to be perfect. With one last look in the mirror, she did a quick check. Dress?—check! Hair?—check! Shoes?—check! Prom here I come! Comments #1. You are perfect!
Niels van Loon #2. Aaawh... I'm not. But hank you! <3333 Amanda van Loon #3. Yeah you are <3333 Niels van Loon #4. No, you are <33333 Amanda van Loon #5. you ;) Niels van Loon #6. Hmm... do I want to let you win this one? :p Amanda van Loon #7. Yeah, you do :p<3 Niels van Loon #8. hehehe, fine... <33 Amanda van Loon #9. good ;)<333 Niels van Loon #10. ...this time :p :** Amanda van Loon #11. :**** Niels van Loon |
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