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Lucas never thought that performing with one of his many high school bands would land him a scholarship offer from one the most prestigious schools in the country but here he was, being driven from New York to Vermont to interview at Welton Academy. Lucas had heard of Welton Academy a few times, but most boys in the country had heard of Welton. It essentially had a 100% Ivy League acceptance rate and anyone who wasn’t going to an Ivy was doing some other sort of rich people bullshit
like going to Thailand to “find themselves” or immediately being hired by a family business.
Lucas had no experience with anything like this though, he had spent his school years up till now within the messy New York public school system. As much as it came with its challenges, Lucas thrived in the chaos it brought him, so much so that in 8th grade he found himself successfully auditioning for a public arts school in Manhattan. Lucas had never felt more himself than when he was in element. Microphone on, band behind him, and an audience of what couldn’t have been more than 40, he felt transformed and enlightened by the sensation, he knew this was his calling. So when he was approached by an elderly gentleman who asked him to come to Welton Academy for an interview regarding a music scholarship, he was apprehensive. He liked his life in New York and what he’d made of himself so far.
This apprehension was soon shut down however by his loving yet seemingly overly attentive parents. They had always wanted the best for their children and when one was given the offer to study at one the most prestigious, expensive schools in the country that was not an opportunity they were going to waste. So here he was, in the middle of nowhere in Vermont at a crazy rich, super religious private school that apparently saw potential in him. The entire car ride Lucas had considered throwing the interview, making up lies about how he was a fierce atheist or that his parents actually didn’t want him to leave and they were super clingy, but looking at his mothers face as she watched him walk through the withered, wooden halls to a large office at the back of the school, Lucas realised how much this meant to his mother, he knew this was an opportunity that she would never want him to take for granted and hence she was his age there was no way she would’ve been able to receive an opportunity like this one.
So when the time came for Lucas’ gracious acceptance letter and scholarship conformation to arrive, Lucas knew he had to accept, he knew that his mother would never forgive him for throwing away an education at Welton for a Manhattan arts school, so Lucas found himself a week later standing at the doors of a beautiful, haunting stone building suitcases in hand as he decided to leave New York behind for a new stage in his life.