Friday, April 04, 2008
" ; Friday, April 04, 2008 "
DISAPPOINTMENT
"Stop building castles in the air! Do you really think being an artist would put food on the table in the future? Even famous artist like Van Gogh only made a name for himself when they were dead! Do you really want to follow his footsteps?" Father chided.
This tirade continued as usual, it is not the first time this topic has been broached. "I suggested you put your energies into tonight's event instead. You know how important it is to leave a good impression on Professor Simmons. Him and the rest of the panel of interviewers would be present at tonight's Medical Charity Ball. Although Professor Simmons and I had been old friend since Medical school and he has agreed to look out for you, you better be at your best. Hurry up and get dressed , we have to leave in an hour's time!"
Glancing around my bedroom, every possible luxury that a seventeen year old can possess, I have it. Being the only daughter of a successful surgeon, certainly have its perks. I never had to worry about money, anything i wished for, Father will not hesitate to support me financially.
However, he never let me forget that this lifestyle that we currently enjoy, is the result of choosing the right career path. Similarly, he expects that i would pursue the same career and enjoy this luxurious lifestyle. Like a dutiful daughter, i had never disappointed him, scoring straight A's in all my exams since primary school and never once showing defiance against his wishes. Tonight's event is important to Father and i understand how much of his hopes and dreams are pinned on how well i perform tonight. Disappointment is the last thing he would expect tonight.
Yet, neither do i want to disappoint myself, I have come to far to give up now. Being a successful artist had always been my dream. When i was young, i once came across Van Gogh 's paintings and was fascinated by how he used paint to express his feeling. I had always wished that one day i could fill my life with only paints and brushes. However, Father had always shattered all these wonderful thoughts of mine. On the sly, i signed up for Art classes and attended every single of them without fail. Father would never understand my passion towards Art.
"Hurry! Father's fist bang hard on the desolated door. Forcing my mind back to present, I touched the letter on the table, "Congratulations! You had been selected into the final round of the art competition 2008..." This simple print signified so much for me. For all the strenuous nights i stayed up to complete my art piece, my hard work finally paid off and this competition also provides an opportunity to win a scholarship in France. Also, this competition provides a paved career that i had always longed for.
Unfortunately, both events fall on this fateful night. I glared at the invitation card to the Charity Ball and the confirmation letter to the Finale, I knew either choice would break my Father's heart or mine. I stood in front of the mirror, put on my black, elegant dress Father bought and strapped my feet into the heels. I took a hard and long breathe, at the moment, only one thought raced through my mind.
Next, i grabbed the letter and placed it into my purse. Then, I walked out of the room and it shut silently behind me.
composition with the aid of my teacher!LOVES
And, life without DUMMY will be equal to the worst night mare...31'May'08
