*Guys, my character's currently fainted from trying to freeze the wolf*
---Initiate dream sequence---
Rose paced in her room, distressed. Her parents hadn't listened to her again. She'd told them that she wanted to go off to college as a music major. When they refused to pay, she said that she would work to pay for college, doing magic shows for kids and repairing instruments. They laughed at her, saying that when she was ready to get a real job they could talk.
"This isn't fair," Rpse thought, wiping a couple tears from her face. "Why can't I do what I love?" Before she could question herself further, her mother's voice drifted upstairs. "Sweetheart, come downstairs please." Rose steeled herself, putting on a neutral expression. She made sure that her eyes weren't too puffy before she went downstairs.
Upon arriving at the bottom of the stairs, Rose was slightly surprised to see her best friend and her boyfriend standing by the front door. As she was opening her mouth to say hi, Rose's mother swept into the room and ushered them all to sit down. Glancing at her friends, Rose noticed they looked grim.
"What's all this about?" she asked warily. Her boyfriend responded promptly, "This is an intervention. We've decided that you need to give up on this music thing you've got stuck in your head. Only the best of the best make it, and you need to realize that others are better. Rose was shocked. "Really? You don't think I could even have a shot?"
As she looked around, she saw all their heads nodding in sync. Getting up, she shook her head at them. "That's great, because I--" "Changed your mind, terrific!" her father proposed. Rose shook her head. "I am going to major in music no matter what." Her father then stood up, disapproval written on his face. "Then I hate to inform you, but you're no longer welcome in this house." Rose blinked. "You're kidding." But as she continued to stare at him, she realized that her father was serious. Then her boyfriend and best friend dropped the final hammer. "You aren't welcome in our homes either," they said, glaring at her.
Rose broke. "Fine," she hollered. Running upstairs, she grabbed her savings and checkbook, stuffing them into her portable backpack. She then put spare clothing in, along with her essentials. Heading back downstairs, she threw one last insult to her former loved ones. "By the way, I wanted to become a music therapist, not a performer." With that, she ran out the door, making sure that she slammed it on the way out. Seeing the paper on the lawn, she grabbed that too as she hopped on her bike and rode off.
A couple miles away, at a bus stop, Rose left her bike and started reading the newspaper. The head story was about an archaeological find that had become available to the public. "That sounds like a great idea, plus it'll take my time off of... Well, maybe it'll be a good past time..." Rose thought. With that, Rose decided to travel to the hill.
---End dream sequence---
Rose moaned. "Noooooooo, please..."