Neon always greeted me, but today it didn't. The sign had finally worn out its welcome.
At least there wasn't a glare.
I stepped into the lobby of the arcologic structure that stored my home. Clean floors and blank walls greeted me, and a woman walked past to take out her upgraded dog. For the millionth time, I thought of getting a pet of my own. But as I stepped into the claustrophobic elevator, I reminded myself that pets cost money. Money that I nor anyone else living in this building really had.
It was my own fault. My parents, the company, and my wallet would always remind me that this was entirely my fault. I went through school like every other child and managed to get better-than-average grades. I went to college and continued my better-than-average streak, but it was in the wrong field. I had been taught passion would one day pay my bills, and I had put that passion into dancing. Ballet, tap, jazz, electronic, even hip hop, I had studied it all. Was better-than-average. Was