"Nothing yet." I dejectedly said to myself, slamming my laptop closed. I was waiting for the email about the music festival, I had sent in a video audition about a week ago and was waiting for the response.

Deep down inside me, I wouldn't be disappointed if I didn't get in. I didn't even want to do this stupid festival in the first place.

"Valerie! Breakfast!" George called, right before I heard an oven noisily beep.

"Coming!" I said, tucking my phone in my pocket and turning it off silent in case the news came during breakfast.

"So, you excited to see if you got in the festival?" George asked, passing me a plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage. I smiled and slowly ate my eggs.

"You never eat this slowly, Val. Is something up?" George asked.

"Dad, would you be disappointed in me if I didn't make it in?" I asked. George gasped and said, "Of course not. Katlyn and I thought it would be fun for you. Maybe you can meet some new friends while you're there! Also, speaking of making new friends, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"I have friends." I snapped to George.

"You have a girlfriend. Reed." George said.

"I have Corey." I said. She was the only person who actually still talked to me.

"Still, maybe you'll meet some people like you. Anyway, I'm sending you to summer camp next week."

"Please tell me it's a day camp..." I said nervously. I did not want to go to sleep-away camp.

"It's not, but maybe you'll like it! It's a performing arts camp, and you'll be leaving on Sunday." George said.

Great. I'll be forced to perform, the one thing I hate, and I'll be away from home and my family. What a perfect way to spend my week.

"YOU KNOW I HATE PERFORMING!" I screamed. But when the words came out of my mouth, I instantly regretted it.

Maybe this is what my family would want out of me. A theater kid. Even though I was not a theater kid in the slightest, I was more into academics, maybe they won't be disappointed in me anymore if I did this.

Maybe I can make up for possibly not getting in the music festival with this...

Speak of the devil. My notifications went off. I picked up my phone and silently squealed.

"IT'S HERE!" I screamed, immediately opening up my email.

I was stumbling around my inbox, trying to find the email.

Moment of truth.

I made it.

"I made it!" I screamed. Truth be told, I was not happy I made it. All I saw on the email was my name. But looking at it one more time, I got the worst news of my life.

First Chair Flute- Valerie Salazar-Roland

"I made first chair." I said in a monotone. Now this I wasn't happy about. At all.

"That's amazing, Val! I'm texting the others and telling them. Right now." George said. I groaned and ran back to my room, crying.

First the stupid theater camp George is forcing me to go to for some odd reason, and now being first chair flute in a prestigious festival? What is the universe trying to tell me?

That maybe I was supposed to be a performer?

Maybe I was supposed to be like my family.

I sighed, and grabbed my history book. My most prized possession.

"I guess I won't be needing you anymore." I said, putting it outside the door and crying.

What just happened?

AN: This is gonna get real evil real fast, and I'm so excited. Hope you enjoyed! Catch ya later!