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The converstaion with my mother did not end well. We spent most of it fighting. We did that a lot lately. Her drinking habit had increased since I started my senior year of high school, and after a year of college, things weren't a whole lot better. Phone conversations usually turned ugly, especially this time. She had no idea about my flight to Las Vegas, and had never been that encouraging towards my dream of being a dancer. She also insisted on calling my father about my accident, insisting there must be a lawsuit somewhere in there. My dad understood my position much better, and told me he would take care of it, and that my mom was just worrying about money again. I began to hear them fight. I hated when they did that. Why didn't they just get divorced? I hung up the phone, feeling the tears forming in my eyes. I then realized she didn't even remember my birthday. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I went back downstairs and decided to stretch to some music. Something about exercise made me feel better. I changed into some shorts and found my ipod. After settling on Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", I started limbering up. After 5 minutes, I felt much more composed and ready to face the other inhabitants of the house.

I took off the shorts and started to pull my jeans back on. Suddenly the door to the room burst open and Ryan and Brendon, seeming to be chasing each other, rushed into the room.