Showoff

I am going to see a bunch of people I used to dance with a week from tomorrow, and I have an overwhelming urge to show them just how well off I am. I know they all used to look down on me, I know they probably laughed when I left two years ago. But now I want it to be my turn. I want to be able to look at them and say, "So what, you can dance, but where are you going to be in five years? Let me tell you, I'm going to be working in one of the most in demand fields in the country, with all the benefits that come with it. I'm going to be successful. And you? You'll probably be living in an apartment in LA with five other people that you can't stand, working at some crap shop while trying to find auditions." Yeah, I know, they did something they loved. But I used to love it to. They're the ones that helped drive the fire from me, they helped me learn to hate it. So maybe it is their fault that I won't be in LA with them. It is their fault that I found something I really love, enough not to care when others try to push me down. And for that I will thank them.

As a side note, I really need to find a hott outfit for that night.