Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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to bed. But it was one thing to go to bed and another to go to sleep. 18 Peggy lay on her back, staring at the ceiling and the patterns of light and shade cast by the street “But, Dad!” Peggy almost wailed. “You just finished saying yourself that I’ve been thinking about this and wanting it for years! You can’t follow that by herself on? Which ones would she do best? And that she had grown and developed past some her face had lost the undefined, simple cuteness of the early teens, and had gained character. She didn’t think she should read a young romantic part like Juliet. Not Perhaps Viola in Twelfth Night ? Or perhaps not Maybe she should do something dramatic and full of Desire ? Or, better for her development and age, a I thought that if you would go on with college for Nothing seemed quite right. Peggy’s thoughts shifted with the shadows overhead. All the plays she gain so much worth-while knowledge that you’d use and enjoy for the rest of your life—” had ever seen or read or acted in melted together in a blur, until the characters from one seemed to be talking with the characters from another and moving and all important.” “None of them is as fascinating as acting to me,” Peggy replied, “and none of them is nearly as important to my life.” not quite make the grade. We think you’re wonderful, except luck. You may be one of these girls, and if you are, we want you to be prepared for it. We want you to have something to fall back on, just in case your talents. I don’t see how you could miss being the biggest success ever—but I’m your father, not a Broadway critic or a play producer, and I could be wrong. And if I am wrong, I don’t want you to be luck in the theater. Doesn’t that make sense?” 4 Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for chance now than I will in three years. But I can see you?” “It sounds fair enough,” Tom Lane admitted, “but are you so confident that you’ll see results in one And that’s probably asking too much. If I have to, I want to prove in this year is that I can act. If I can’t, to think that maybe she’s right about this being the you happy. At the same time, we want to spare you any unnecessary unhappiness along the way. Remember, I’m not a complete stranger to show business. actresses ... and I know how hard the city often was for them. But I don’t want to protect you from life. That’s no good either. Just let me think about it keep you in suspense long, dear. Why don’t you go out for a walk for a while and let us go over the situation quietly? We’ll decide before bedtime.” throw her a comically exaggerated wink of assurance. think. Its musty but clean scent of straw and horses and leather made her feel calm and alive. Breathing in its odor gratefully, she walked into the half-dark to the new life that she might soon be going to. And of course, all of this was in addition to the usual growing-up pleasures of swimming and sailing, movie dates, and formal dances—everything that a known since her earliest baby days. It would be hard to leave them, she knew, but there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to do so. If not now, then as soon as she possibly could. It was not any dissatisfaction with her life, her To what? To the bright lights, speeding taxis, glittering towers of a make-believe movie-set New York? Would it really be like that? Or would it be something different, something like the dreary side-street world of failure and defeat that she had also seen in movies? 8 Seeing the image of herself hungry and tired, going from office to office looking for a part in a play, soft-eyed gaze of Socks. She threw her arm around the smooth bay neck and laid her face next to the “Socks,” she murmured, “I need some of your horse sense if I’m going to go out on my own! We’ll go for a fast run in the morning and see if some fresh air still too early to go back to the house to see if her parents had reached a decision about her future. Fighting down an impulse to rush right into the kitchen to the front lawn broke up the light from the windows behind them into a pattern of leafy lace. For a moment, or maybe a little more, she wondered why she wanted to leave this. What for? What could ever be better? Dramatic Decision high, soapy knot. you doing it again—or still?” Jean grinned, her eyes shut tight against the soapsuds. “Again, I’m afraid,” she answered. “Maybe it’s a nervous habit!” “It’s a wonder you’re not bald, with all the rubbing you give your hair,” Peggy said with a laugh. hair was tightly plastered to the back of her head. “There!” she announced. “Don’t I look beautiful?” comfortable on the pillow-strewn daybeds, Jean came straight to the point. “So the grand debate is still going on, is it? When do you think they’ll make up their minds?” she asked. “How do you know they haven’t decided anything was yes, I wouldn’t have to wait to hear about it! You would have been flying around the room and talking a mile a minute. So I figured that nothing was mock tones of comfort. “If I were as pretty and talented as you are, I wouldn’t need brains, either!” her. A short, breathless pillow fight followed, leaving the girls limp with laughter and with Jean having to “You know, I sometimes think that we haven’t grown up at all!” she said. “I can hardly blame my parents for thinking twice—and a lot more—before friend about the conversation and her proposed “bargain” “They both seemed to think it was fair,” she concluded, “and when I went out, they were talking it over. They promised me an answer by bedtime, and and I know it would be as wrong for me as it is right for you. I know we had a lot of fun in the dramatic think I do have for the theater is the ability to recognize talent when I see it—and to recognize that it’s not there when it isn’t!” “But, Jean,” Peggy protested, “you can handle comedy and character lines as well as anyone I more to being an actress—a successful one—than reading lines well. There’s the ability to make the audience sit up and notice you the minute you walk on, whether you have lines or not. And that’s something you can’t learn you either have it, or you don’t. It’s like being double-jointed. I can make an audience laugh when I have good lines, but you can make them look at you and respond to you and be your mind as easily as all that?” Peggy asked. “That’s the dark and devious part of my plan,” Jean answered with a mysterious laugh that ended in much more serious, “I have a chance really to then I’ll feel that I’ve really done something worth while.” Peggy nodded silently, not trusting herself to or even of crying. Her friend’s earnestness about the importance of her work and her faith in Peggy’s time, until Jean broke it by suddenly jumping up and flinging a last pillow which she had been hiding behind despite her eagerness, trying in all fairness to give her After the kisses, the hugs, and the first excitement, This way, she can afford to run a big place and at time, once his mind is made up.” “Tomorrow?” Peggy repeated, almost unable to believe what she had heard. “What are we sitting here guess, but ... oh! I’ll be terrible in a reading unless will I do? Where’s the Shakespeare? Where’s—” about what you should read, and take an afternoon plane to New York. But tonight, you’d better think of nothing more than getting to bed. This is going to be a busy time for all of us.” Reluctantly, Peggy agreed, recognizing the sense

<question>:
What is one potential moral of this story?

<options>:
A Believing in yourself and advocating for yourself can open doors.
B Pursuing one's dream is difficult and often involves too much risk.
C Acting as a career should be more well respected because of how difficult it is to enter the industry.
D Sometimes dreams prevent you from enjoying what's right in front of you.

<answer>:

A