Emily slammed her bedroom door behind her and shuffled over to her bed, where she sat down. How could they not want me? She thought as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. Emily started playing the cello when she started middle school. Her parents were going through a divorce and the cello was an outlet for her. “That girl needs to quit fooling around with that instrument.” She heard her father tell her mother one night. Emily peeked around the corner and looked at her parents. Her mother shook her head. “If you actually took time out of your precious day, to hear her play, you would know that she’s going to get somewhere with it.” A smile spread across Emily’s lips. As she replayed that moment in her head, she thought of her mother. She believed in Emily so much, now she failed her. Emily flopped back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She had practiced so hard to get an audition with Julliard. She was so confident that she'd go to that wonderful college, now her dream was shattered. Was her dad right? Should she have stopped playing the cello, and focus on school more? Emily closed her eyes, and pulled her knees to her chest. She laid on her bed, wondering what she did wrong in her audition, when she heard a knock at her door. "Come in." Emily mumbled. "I saw the letter." Her mother said as she sat down on her bed. Emily just nodded and looked away. "Honey." She felt her mother place a hand on her arm. "Julliard just didn't see how truly amazing you are." Emily pulled her arm away. "I failed mom." Her mother shook her head and frowned. "Why would you think that? No daughter of mine is a failure. Sure, you might not be going to Julliard, but you'll be able to go to a school that appreciates your music." She looked at her. "I wanted to go to Julliard, only Julliard." Her mother sighed. "I know, but you'll get other opportunities. I've heard you, others have heard you play and no one, and I mean no one can doubt the fact that you are good. And Julliard just didn't see it. They don't deserve you." She swallowed and looked back at her mother. "What now?" "You get off this bed and do what you do best. Play the cello."
