Epilogue

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * NEW YORK CITY   FOUR YEARS LATER * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TAYA's POV : "Well?" Hallee came right in, bombarding my personal space as soon as I stepped out of the auditorium lobby. Her eyes were wide, full of hope and expectancy. I gave her a small, sad smile and sighed, "I didn't get in," "Aw, man! Are you serious? I really thought you had it in the bag. I mean, the Juilliard admission was all over you, flying you out to New York City for a damn audition too," "Meh, it's okay. I'll get it next time," It really was nice of the Juilliard Academy to fly me all the way over here for an audition into their selective conservatory program. A representative of the school saw my graduation piece at UCLA and she loved it so much, she came to me after the show to talk about the possibility of me having a future in New York City — Broadway and all that jazz. I never even thought that something like this would be an option. So of course, I took