And then I wonder who Im looking at. All these people must have their dreams too. And maybe thats why theyre on the bus to New York City. Maybe they want to be dancers or singers or run big companies or sell inventions. Its strange to try to think of everyone else like that like my brain isnt big enough to hold all their stories together inside my head and it makes me feel wobbly to try and imagine all the hopes and dreams that fill up this bus.