What was I thinking? A country boy doesn't belong in Perth.
I was told the CBD was clean and safe, but as I walk into peak-hour Hay Street gridlock, I'm thrown. The alley beside His Majesty's
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So many 'was I really' questions flooded my brain. It felt like I was drowning in a sea of fear and doubt as I just stood there, soaking it all in.
Was I really walking up to Iron Trident Entertainment, with nothing to my name but a dance bag, and a dream? Well, yeah. It's not like I ran away with anything else on my back aside from my dance leotard.
Was I really about to risk my family's hatred, their venomous wrath, to follow my dream? To be fair, that was an obvious yes. They would be livid if they discovered my application was actually an audition form.
Was I really ready to put myself in the spotlight and showcase years of practice in secret? While I felt the answer was yes, I was a little nervous. Iron Trident was known for employing those they deem have potential.
Was I really prepared to audition for their work? Well... I was trained in all the styles they requested. Jazz, tap, ballet, tumbling, plus I could dance in heels, per their audition requirements.
Was I really worth their time?
That was what made me freeze. What did I have that all these dancers didn't? What made me worth hiring compared to all these other performers, who had years of professional training?
My mind flashed back to the last time I talked to my family. How they said Iron Trident was a dead end compared to other jobs. How I argued that performing was my dream. And those last few words they said. Your family or your dream.
I took a deep breath. I didn't have anywhere else. No home, no family left to take me in, just a dingy studio apartment, a dance bag filled with audition materials, and about 3 months' worth of rent paid ahead of time.
In other words... I had nothing left to lose. I was a clean slate, someone who could write a legacy with anyone they want.
And if Iron Trident loved anything out of those auditioning for them, it's clean slates.
So, I slowly made my way inside. No other real option for me. No reason to back out. I was past the point of no return the moment I told my family I was auditioning for Iron Trident entertainment. So, I chose my dream.
I walked into those doors, introduced myself, and was led towards the audition area, adrenaline coursing in my veins.
Part of me was nervous. This was all I had left. No backup job, no plan in case this didn't work out. This was all or nothing, and... I was worried I would fail and lose it all.
The other part of me? It was excited. I was putting it all on the line to earn my one shot, my one chance, to live out a dream I have had for as long as I could remember.
I was really doing this. I was about to go all in on my dream.
And I couldn't be happier.