If I only knew. I really don’t have the slightest idea. My friends all know what they want to do, and they’re all looking forward to college. I just sit here and don’t know what to do with my life.
eastcoleman:
You’ll figure it out.
mockingbird:
Everyone says that, all the time. But what if I don’t? What if I never know what I want?
eastcoleman:
That won’t happen.
mockingbird:
How can you be so sure?
eastcoleman:
Because I know you, Birdy.
mockingbird:
Somehow that’s not very helpful.
eastcoleman:
Then I’ll tell you something that is: Listen to your heart. I think you know what you want, but you just don’t dare to admit it.
mockingbird:
I hate you.
eastcoleman:
Liar. Why are you afraid to say it?
mockingbird:
Because I’ll never be good enough.
eastcoleman:
Who says?
mockingbird:
Me.
eastcoleman:
Stop standing in your own way. What do you want? Tell me. I won’t tell a soul.
mockingbird:
Music. I always wanted to be a musician.
eastcoleman:
