Dreams

Why was I really here? I should be at the hotel with the boys. I know I am not going to get this job, it's for the big leagues. If my teacher thought I was going to make it, he would of sent my application here... To him, or some famous designer. Not a management for singers. I love the boys, but is this all of my job? This isn't my dream. I wanted the run way shows, owning my own fashion company, being known for my own designs. Not playing dress up, I want this job so badly now that I actually think about it. I'm just settling for the One Direction gig. This is what I want... Then reality started to pour in as the probability of the seeing over hundreds of amazing designs entered my mind. I sighed, the One Direction gig is really good, I should be thrilled... Then why aren't I happy then?