What you just read was half of my dinner. Before that a letter was sent home because my brother was tardy from school 20 times. They yelled at eachother and I told them to use thesaurus.com to phrase their sentences in a kinder way. After that, they started attacking me. You know what happens next. After joking around with my brother for a good hour, I ran downstairs ignoring my mom and into the living room to watch Phantom of the Opera. 20 minutes in and I realized that not only is my mom going to court with my dad soon (they're divorced), but my dad lost his job. I finish watching Phantom of the Opera only to hear an analysis of it by my grandpa. I'm forced to agree with it unless I want to be told that I'm wrong. Now I'm in my room singing a few bars from Phantom of the Opera, Burn (Hamilton), and The Private and Intimate Life of the House  (the Great Comet). I get a few compliments on my voice, but I sing over them too deep into the land of musicals to have time for them. I love the land of musicals. There it's perfect. The music is almost as beautiful as the storyline. I visit the land of musicals whenever possible to stay out of what I described above. It fuels my dreams that someday I'll be on Broadway with my voice filling up a theater. That one day my crumpled up scores musical ideas will smooth out into a masterpiece that will be known in history. Dreams that I'll finally do something with my life instead of the boring jobs the rest of my family has. Because even though they can take away camps, they can never take away my love for singing and musicals. It will burn in my heart for eternity until the cold withering grasp of death snuffs it out.