They told us “stick to the status quo.” So we colored inside the lines. Jocks in the gym. Brainiacs in the lab. Theater kids on the stage—alone.
You don’t have to pick a lane. You can be both . The three-point shot and the high note. The grades and the glory. The fear and the flashmob. hsm edit
🎵 …we’re soaring, flying… 🎵
[Opens: Sharp zoom on East High locker #307. Cut to red basketball jersey swishing.] They told us “stick to the status quo