The boy with the fringe.

"Mom I don't want to go to a stupid musical prodigy camp!" My mother and I had argued for weeks on this topic. Ruthless arguments. Her excuses included, "you're too old," "you're too good," "you need to meet new friends." None of these seemed to curve my mind. Theatre camp was my only escape. I had made so many good friends. Now, I'm being forced to go to a camp called, 'Rising Stars' where, as my mother says, "my talent will shine through." Yet I didn't know how much this camp would change my life in the beginning.