Dreams Comes True

A week had passed since the last argument with his parents. Nothing had changed. His father still ignored his love for music, and his mother sighed every time he hummed a melody. But Dylan refused to give up.

This Saturday afternoon, he had planned to meet Diana at her house. With her, he could be himself without having to justify anything. She understood his passion because she shared it. Together, they could sing, compose, and dream without being held back by reality.

He left the house quietly, avoiding his father's gaze as he sat in the living room reading the newspaper. He knew that if he announced where he was going, it would spark another argument. His mother intercepted him before he reached the door.

— Are you going to waste your time with that music again? she asked, arms crossed.

Dylan clenched his jaw.

— It's not a waste of time, Mom. I'm going to Diana's to work on a song.

She let out a long sigh.

— Why do you insist on this? You know the world is cruel. Do you really think music will make a living for you?

Dylan met her gaze firmly.

— Yes, I do.

She remained silent, clearly troubled. Dylan didn't wait for her response and walked out. Deep down, he knew she didn't want to hurt him, but she didn't understand. He had to prove to them that they were wrong—not with words, but with actions.

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Diana lived just a few streets away. When he arrived, he found the door slightly open and stepped inside without knocking, as he always did. Diana was in her room, sitting on her bed with a guitar in her lap.

— Hey! she greeted him with a smile.

— Hey, ready to create a masterpiece? he replied, sitting beside her.

She laughed and nodded.

— Always.

They started playing. Dylan let his fingers glide over the keys of the keyboard he had brought, while Diana strummed her guitar gently. The notes blended harmoniously in the room, and soon, their voices filled the space.

Diana closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the music. Dylan felt that familiar rush—that unique sensation that made him forget all his problems. This was his world. This was the life he wanted to live.

After an hour of working on their song, they paused for a moment. Diana set her guitar aside and looked at Dylan.

— You look worried.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

— My parents… Same thing as always. They don't want to understand that music is what I want to do.

Diana nodded in sympathy.

— It's tough, but you have to keep going. One day, they'll see how talented you are.

Dylan shrugged.

— I wish I could believe that. But the more time passes, the more I feel like they'll never change their minds.

Diana placed a reassuring hand on his arm.

— Then prove them wrong. Show them you can succeed no matter what.

He looked at her, touched by her unwavering confidence in him.

— Thanks, Diana.

She winked at him.

— Come on, let's keep going. This song isn't going to write itself.

They picked up where they had left off, completely immersed in their music. At that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the doubts, not the obstacles. Just the music, their shared passion, and the dream they were determined to chase—no matter what.