I had a dream about you. I was a ventriloquist trying to share your fashion secrets but you wouldnt talk. So we put on a strip show for the department store sale and I was arrested for theft I took away your dignity as a mannequin.
Follow your dreams Bailey. Be they Harvard or somehing else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someones dream once himself