I've been on stages all across the world. I've performed in London, Moscow, Milan, Sydney, New York, LA, and more. I think it's time to settle down now. I'm following in your footsteps. Mia And Miguel's Dance Academy will soon have another studio. I've already got a few Julliard Alum ready to come teach with me. Soon, I'll be training some of the best dancers in the country, just as you trained me.
Now, now... you didn't think I gave up hip-hop for ballet did you? Silly kids, ballet's for princesses. Hip-hop's for queens. I'm still all about a bass drop and a body roll.
Ballet was never my strong point, but I'm learning. I'm learning more and more each day. I'm getting better and better each day. They say I'm being taught by the best of the best, but I know that's a lie because my dad isn't here. They say I'm becoming one of their best dancers, but I know that's a lie as well-- because I'm still not as good as he was.
"No matter how far I go, how big I become-- I'm always going to be that little girl in ribbons and pears, just waiting for Daddy to come home."
It's been far too long since I've last written. I know these letters are pointless, you never get them because there's no mail carrier that goes to heaven, but I've been feeling awfully guilty about not writing. So here I sit in my room, my dorm room, miles away from home and everyone I love, writing to you for the first time in ages. I only hope our DA doesn't come by to see that I'm up far to late, and I really hope that my light doesn't wake Mia up. My roommate's got the same name as Mama, treats me just like Mama does, too. So there's one thing I'll already cover: there's no need to worry about me gettin' into too much trouble. Mia simply keeps me out of it.
Maybe you know already, maybe not. I'm going to write it all up for you, though-- just in case. Graduation was a little over six months ago. Crazy, right? I'm a freshman all over again. Add a year to that six months, and I guarantee you I wouldn't be able to predict where I am. I wasn't going to apply here; I was too damn afraid. Savannah Vega. Afraid. Not something anyone hears me admit all too often, huh? Ricky eventually convinced me to apply, audition, all that. He's here for art and honestly? I couldn't be more thankful. He was the push I needed to work up the courage to get here.
I should probably tell you where 'here' is, shouldn't I? Well, Daddy, I am now proudly a member of The Julliard School of Dance, Class of 2019. Insane, right? Here I am, all thanks to you, at the best dance school in the country, fifth in the world. I've found a home in New York City. Getting here wasn't easy either. For my audition I used that, um, that choreography we were working on before you passed away. It took me all of high school to finish it because I never was the best at ballet, but it got done-- and it got me here. So-- I should really thank you for that. I mean, I should thank you for everything. You're the reason I'm, well, me.
Anyway, New York is amazing and Julliard is brilliant and the people here, oh they're lovely but-- I'm missing home. I miss Mom more than usual. Sure, I see her on breaks, but that's not as helpful as you'd think. I miss Maya a whole hell of a lot as well. I always make sure I can find flights from here to Virginia Beach then to Miami when I head home because I like seeing her, and I like picking her up for holidays. Frankie though... god I miss her so much. She's so far away from me, Dad. Colorado. And she's so successful already. As of right now she's damn near ready for the Olympics that are coming up in the summer. I get to go see her and everything. I try to find time to fly out for meets, big ones. I see her on ESPN a lot. I just-- miss being there 100%. I miss our movie nights. God damn it, I miss my best friend.
I'm gonna move on before I get too sad. I don't just miss my family. I miss a whole hell of a lot of my friends, too. God, most of 'em graduated way before me anyway. Or a year before me. I miss Ed so much. He's off being brilliant at an Ivy League. We Skype at least once a week, and we're constantly texting. I think when we both graduate, he's going to move out here with me. He's the Kurt to my Rachel. Ry's off in the military now. I don't approve of that choice simply because I can't keep him safe if he's off in warzone. I still write to him every day and, Dad, that boy's never been happier. Ricky's here in the city, studying art, so he can't get rid of me. I can't miss him either. Felicity, Cassidy, and Carter are all on separate sides of everywhere, all at separate universities. Cass is the closest, just in upstate New York. I get to see her every other weekend. Mia loves her. She might as well just audition for Julliard for music because I swear she'll be famous soon. And... Junior. God, I miss Junior. Everything was fine with him. I even helped him move into his dorm down in Tuscaloosa. I'm an idiot, though. I left him with a kiss on the cheek and an, "I really do like you, y'know. Sorry I never had the guts to say it. Don't let that change anything, though. If we're supposed to be a thing, we will... in time." I thought he hated me for that, but he doesn't. We Skype when we can and Mia and I never miss a game of his. He's still one of my best friends. Mia? She's basically in love with him. She practically squealed when she saw he had a twin-- and nearly cried when she found out that twin wasn't single.
So I miss a lot of people, but I love this city so much. I'm thinking of opening another studio here eventually. MMDA takes New York. That's only after I've danced for the best ballets in the world, after Maya wins a Grammy, after Frankie gets a 'three-peat' of a clean podium sweep, all gold, at the Olympics. It'll happen someday. We Vega girls have massive dreams, but we have the power to make those dreams reality, too. All thanks to you and Mama, of course. So thank you, Dad. For everything you've ever given me. And you've given me everything.
Just know, up there, that every time I dance, I dance for you.
Not as awesome as Mr. Rivers though. This one time he helped me prank my mom when we went over to visit for the summer. It was pretty great. How about we just trade moms then? Because I’m pretty sure in my mom’s head I’m Anna and she’s like Hans. I can’t argue on the raising us part. I turned out pretty damn awesome.
Blake? He's so weird. I used to call him Uncle Blake, 'cause Gemma and my dad were close in high school, but he's too weird so now it's just Blake. You and your pranking, Junior. It'll get ya into trouble sometime. No, no. Though my mama is embarrassing, I;d like to keep her. Oh, please. You're more of an Olaf. You did, didn't you? See, she's not all bad.
No, embarrassing is Blake and Lexis’ parents. Your mom’s just really nice and awesome. Ha. That’s a good one, Sav. She’s like the evil step-mother in every princess movie you can think of. It’s awful.
Oh, please. Gemma's perfect. My mom? Embarrassing. Bullshit. Your mom is seriously a princess. Kinda reminds me of Cinderella or... Anna from Frozen. And she's done a real good job raising her kids.
Alright, that’s good enough to make me believe for now. What if both alarms don’t go off though? And I already missed like two classes, so what’s the point in boring myself by going to the rest of them? Never. No one comes up with pranks like you do.It just wouldn’t be the same. It’s a good thing I’m not everyone then. You’re definitely my favorite Vega. Frankie’s already got a boyfriend, so that makes her less cool and Maya, well, I don’t think I’m Maya’s favorite twin. All of you guys hide. Frankie in the gym, Maya in the music room, and you in the studio. Alright then you’re really good at disappearing. Too caught up in things to come look you? Never. That’s never happened before.
The point in going is learning. It sucks, but it's useful- I promise. That's absolutely correct, and don't you ever forget it, J. Ever.Oh you're such a liar. Frankie is so your favorite, I mean, you through that surprise party for her and everything. You know, if Blake didn't exist, I bet you'd be falling all over her, just as everyone else does. Nuh-uh! There's no hiding on this end. I'm exactly where you'd expect me to be... you've just gotta come look for me. Get off your lazy, school-skippin' butt outta bed and come find me next time. Then I'm all yours! Easy as that.