Waiting...

I want to be on Broadway so much it hurts. That's the only place I can be, the only place I will allow myself to end up. No, no. I don't want to be on Broadway; I have to be on Broadway. I have to get up there. I have to perform. Sing and dance and breathe and feel alive. 
I've got to leave all this stuff behind... The flowers and stars. I don't care how beautiful they are, they aren't there. I can't take them with me. I can only allow mobility and change in my heart. Only the things that constantly change. That will help me along the way, I think.
When I get there I will think of this night and how alone I feel. How much I wish I could just snap my fingers and be there. I will remember this feeling of sickness in my stomach and smile, knowing that these were the times will be compensated. My suffering will not go without release. I will be happy.
Please, let it be soon.