I knew it wasn't possible but every singe time I see the photo of the business card, I just can't seem to hold down my wonder. And my desire to finally send an email. So today I finally went ahead, bit the bullet, and sent an email asking for details. I was more than shocked when just a few hours later and I checked my email.

There in what felt like blaring bold text was the name "Chad". He'd wrote back, giving me the details of his singing lessons through Skype. I could "hear" Chad's voice as I read the email and re-read it. I so wanted to take voice lessons with THE Chad Graham... but sadly the funds weren't there.

I mean I love music. It's truly my passion. What keeps me going, when the days are hard and my escape when I just need to get away. I mean if the money was there the lessons, from a professional who is in the business (not too mention has an amazing voice to boot), would be totally fair. He had even broke it down if a person only wanted one lesson that was the cheapest rate.

I sighed. If only ... I laid down on my bed, hoping to get some sleep for the night. Although I didn't know how much rest I would actually get with that on my mind. Maybe I never should have emailed him. I didn't even have the nerve to work up any sort of an answer to his email. It just felt too hard and the lump in my throat refused to dislodge.

The next day ...

I checked my email, when I woke up the next day and I noticed I had several Twitter notifications. I had two followers. Two accounts I'd never even thought about, let alone followed.

One was Ali Faulkner, who was in The Song with Alan Powell of Anthem Lights. The other was Jacob's Well Recording... in Nashville, Tn...

What is going on? God, why am I being tempted by these dreams that will never be.

I mean, is this all that God has planned for this farm girl? A life of unfufilled dreams and aching for shining his light.

Several More Hours later...

I'm beginning to think checking my email is something I should just stop doing all together. But before I convince myself to shut the whole account down, I'm clicking the log in button on my kindle.

Only one new message this time.

Talent Academyis the subject line. I hesitantly click it.

Hello, Miss Patrick.

This email is being sent in regards to the audition video that some of your loved ones sent in, along with the application completely filled out.

We want you, Miss Patrick.

Your already shining talent will be built upon, if you choose to join our school.

We are a fully functioning school, just like any public or private school, however we focus a lot on music as well. Any college across the country, accepts us as your high school.

Please come and join us. We are looking forward to hearing back from you.

All the best. God bless.

The Team at Talent Academy

I stare at the screen for what feels like an eternity. Can this really be?

 My name is Carrie Patrick.

And I'm a dreamer.

But... maybe... just maybe....?

Maybe dreams really do come true.

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Author's Note:

Hey lovelies. Let me know what you think of this story, if I should keep it or not.