“Wh-wh-what about all the times when I t-told you I wanted to be on B-B-Broadway and you said I totally could? What about all the times you told me I had a great voice? Was that all a lie? D-did you never believe in me at all?” “Layla,” I started. But she stopped me again with a hand held dangerously close to my face. “So. What you’re t-t-telling me is that you’ve never t-taken me seriously?” I blinked slowly and took a deep breath as I pushed her hand gently away from me. I said what I said next slowly and seriously, looking right at her. “I don’t think it hurts to dream.”

