[That much is true and he relaxes again. It's probably easier now to see what causes him to tense and what causes him to breathe easier around Elliot but he's still not entirely making eye contact. This is a super personal discussion that he's not even sure he should be having, but he's not about to stop either. He has to explain.
For some reason, he has to have Elliot's approval and make sure he's not upset or think he's weird or think he didn't earn this himself.]
...I've known I wanted to be on Broadway since I was three or four. Shar and I both do. We've been taking singing lessons since then and we took dance lessons for a long time together. I kept going when Shar decided to focus on her singing instead. We've been in 17 musicals together since kindergarten basically, 18 if you count the one our class put together for our senior year.
That's...um. That's actually how Kelsi and I got the scholarships. There were four of us nominated for one scholarship and so Kels wrote the whole show, I choreographed everything, and Sharpay and Troy were two of our actors. Anyway so I was putting together the whole show and volunteering at this dance academy I used to take lessons from teaching kids jazz two days a week on top of my normal homework and I'm still sort of surprised I didn't have a nervous breakdown.
But this is all I can see myself doing and it sounds stupid and impractical not to have another goal in case this doesn't work but I'm going to make it work. That sounds crazy, I know, but I'm not going to stop until I catch my dream and stomp the everliving fuck out of it and skyrocket to be successful.
[...waaaay to be dramatic, Ry. Let's just sip coffee--oh shit it's still empty. Goddamnit.]
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For some reason, he has to have Elliot's approval and make sure he's not upset or think he's weird or think he didn't earn this himself.]
...I've known I wanted to be on Broadway since I was three or four. Shar and I both do. We've been taking singing lessons since then and we took dance lessons for a long time together. I kept going when Shar decided to focus on her singing instead. We've been in 17 musicals together since kindergarten basically, 18 if you count the one our class put together for our senior year.
That's...um. That's actually how Kelsi and I got the scholarships. There were four of us nominated for one scholarship and so Kels wrote the whole show, I choreographed everything, and Sharpay and Troy were two of our actors. Anyway so I was putting together the whole show and volunteering at this dance academy I used to take lessons from teaching kids jazz two days a week on top of my normal homework and I'm still sort of surprised I didn't have a nervous breakdown.
But this is all I can see myself doing and it sounds stupid and impractical not to have another goal in case this doesn't work but I'm going to make it work. That sounds crazy, I know, but I'm not going to stop until I catch my dream and stomp the everliving fuck out of it and skyrocket to be successful.
[...waaaay to be dramatic, Ry. Let's just sip coffee--oh shit it's still empty. Goddamnit.]