What to Do When Your Dreams Feel Impossible
Everybody at some point or another has sung in front of a mirror, hairbrush in hand, pretending to be one of the Spice Girls or Hannah Montana. Maybe you’ve written a song about your best friend or how the rain makes you smile. Growing up, a lot of us were inclined towards music and wanted to be like the latest pop star. Or, more specifically, be the latest pop star.
But the people around me in school grew out of it, while I, on the other hand, was dazzled at the thought of audiences coming to see me belt out all my feelings. In social situations, I felt as if I were transparent—or even disliked—because of my obsession with music and my dream of being a musician. As I got older and my passion got even stronger, more and more of my classmates abandoned their own ideas of pursuing music and really going for it. My dad tells me it’s not a real job. Sometimes, I wonder if he’s right. Who would want to listen to me, anyways?
“Get your head out of the clouds, Frances, and think!” Yeah, I know it sounds dramatic, but people have actually said that to me. As I processed their words and asked myself if they were right, I began to question myself: Do I really even want to do this? I mean, if my classmates won’t even take me seriously, would anyone in the audience? I can remember thinking about this for days, trying to figure out whether this was something I really wanted to do, or if I should just hang up my daydream and follow the crowd.
Since I was in a rut, I obviously went to music for comfort—and hopefully an answer. “Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks came on and I had this sort of cartoon lightbulb go off in my head that sprung my self-confidence up a couple notches. Stevie’s a legend! And she kicked ass all on her own.
I didn’t want to talk myself out of going for it before I even tried. I mean, look at all the amazing women who have reinterpreted the meaning of art and making it: Lady Gaga went through tons of open-mics and local gigs before her talents were discovered; Carole King had sleepless nights before she could churn out all the hits that would become classics and dub her one of the most esteemed songwriters/composers in history. And those are just a few of the thousands of women who proved that thick skin and dedication to your art eliminates what the rest of the world has against you.
At long last, I was able to recognize the powerful tool this generation has been gifted with: the internet. I realized I had the ability to speak to anyone, from just outside of town to several continents away, and know that someone out there feels the way I do. I actually have met a few people who feel the way I do. I guess you could say all you need is patience and a big heart (and maybe a bit of a see-I-told-you-I-could attitude) in order to go after a goal like this one; fortunately, I have it.
By Frankie Latorre, 14