I walked through the parking lot towards the tall, glass doors. Wheeling my holey, messed up through a sea of prima-donnas with cream Louis Vuitton cases, I sigh. I was even inside the actual building and I already felt as if a stage school was too good and supreme for the likes of me.And it was too bad to be true, but it was. I had ended up in this "royal palace". Compared to the rest of the students at this school, I was just a stupid scruffy beggar who really didn't deserve to be allowed at all in this school. I sit patiently in the auditorium, looking around at the people in my presence. There are new students huddled in a corner already talking and gossiping ove something that one has on her phone. I search ahead of myself and find myself looking at a boy and a girl, whi is being proposednto. I flick my head over to he right and settle my gaze on a mother who happens to be chsing a little boy about the age of 4. He catches me staring and grins with a ,ischeivious glint in his eye. I am so taken aback that I whip my head round so sharply that it knocks a girl's makeup case out of her clutch and onto the ground. I get up suddenly and turn around to look at the ground. There is a huge mess. Her eyeshadow and foundation have burst on he red velvet carpet and the chalky lipstick has crushed onto the carpet.