After Thursday, everything could change.
Firstly, Jem has her audition with Doreen Bird College. She quite likes Bird, having attended a course there last Easter and being awarded the certificate for Hardest Working Student. But just getting a place isn’t enough: without a Dance and Drama Award (DADA) there’s no way we could afford it. Even with a DADA it would be tough – living costs in London are eye-wateringly expensive, and as this would be higher education, not further education, she wouldn’t be able to get a student loan. So all costs have to be funded real time. The plus side is that when she qualifies she wouldn’t have a student loan to pay off.
I still feel that at barely 17, which she’d be in September, she’s too young to go off to London on her own. And she’s quite amenable to waiting for another year. Her bf has 2 more years to do at Uni here, and she could start her Diploma at Belfast Metropolitan College, which has a good reputation for dance, particularly contemporary.
At exactly the same time as her audition, Rog has a hospital appointment to look at his heart. If you were making a movie of my life, you’d be doing cut-away shots between the both. I know he’s very anxious about this, and what it might mean. Though I do think that anyone really worried about their heart should have an incentive to stop smoking. Anyhoo, concerns about his future are making it awkward for us to discuss our future. Having lived apart now for nearly 4 months, I prefer it this way, so if I’m going to find somewhere new to live I’d really like to start planning that sooner rather than later. Though I suppose it could wait till we find out the result of J’s audition.
And it’s no surprise that I’m writing this in the middle of the night!
Dancing At Lunacy 
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