Rabbit Hole Day 1
Christina Is A Star?
I woke up this morning and took a good look around. This definitely was not my room. It was huge, clean and my bed seemed to be made of gold. Except for the mattress of course. The first thought that came to mind was, “Did my parents win the lottery?” Then I realized that even if they won the lottery, my room would not look like this over night. Suddenly, my door opened and a man in a suit walked in. I ducked under my covers, unsure of what he was going to do.
“Miss Christina?” He said, “It’s eight o’clock. Your breakfast is ready.” I poked my head out from under my covers just in time to see two more men wheel in a silver dining cart. The head man then shooed the others away and lifted the cover of the tray. Pancakes, donuts, fresh fruits, toast, milk and juice decorated the plate.
“Thank you.” I said, a bit confused.
He nodded and left the room. Moments later, another person entered. This time it was a teenage girl, who looked very much like my daughter. Even though, that was impossible, my daughter was only four!
“Look mom!” The girl, who I now decided, despite her drastic age difference, was Emilee, my daughter, “Your issue of Country Weekly has come in!” She sat down on my bed and shoved the magazine in my face. “They say that you’re rising faster than any other country music star ever.”
I took another look around my room, still confused. This wasn’t what I was expecting when I woke up this morning! I stood up and walked over to my vanity. Even I looked different. My usually short, unmanageable hair was long, blonde and beautiful. I began to wonder how I’d gotten here without knowing it. Was I dreaming? Had I somehow traveled into the future? Or did I put a hole in the space/time continuum and end up in an alternate universe?
Emilee looked at me as if I’d gone insane. Then, she came over to me and explained that I had to hurry up and get ready because I had to be in L.A. by ten for a radio show. A radio show? How am I supposed to know what to do on a radio show? They would surely ask me questions about how I got to the top and maybe even to sing one of my songs. Two things that I really had no idea about. Either way, I couldn’t just not show up, so I went to my bathroom, took a shower and picked out an outfit.
When I stepped out onto the porch, I couldn’t believe what I saw! My house was HUGE and on a large hill on the outskirts of Hollywood! Emilee ran out and waved as a limo pulled up, “See you after school mom!”
It wasn’t too long after that another man emerged from the house. He escorted me to another limo whose plates read CHRISSY. I figured, this was mine.
After a long ride through Hollywood traffic, we ended up at the radio station which just happened to be KZLA, my favorite country station ever. My driver looked at me funny when I got excited over it. I figured, that maybe in this life, I’d already been to this station.
Still extremely nervous, I walked in the door. I once again received the royal treatment from everyone!
The interview went well. They played a couple of songs from one of my CDs, and surprisingly, I knew everything about the songs! After about a twenty minute interview, everything was all over. Afterwards, I decided to go on a shopping spree, figuring hey, I might not be in this life very much longer, I should at least have some fun!
Hollywood is much different when you have money. I bought a lot of shoes and some clothes. Then, I dined in fancy restaurants. There was a brief moment that I wondered why I lived in Hollywood if I was a country music star, but that answer came next when a nice man walked up to me in the restaurant.
When he asked if he could sit down, I realized who he was. Tom Hanks. My eyes practically popped out of my head. He laughed, “Are you okay?”
I knew it would be a long day if I had to keep reminding myself not to get excited over these things. I had to realize that these events were all normal in this reality. But seriously, how many gals have one of their favorite actors walk up to them and ask to sit down?
So, after he sat, he started talking to me about a movie. So, not only was I a singer, I was an actress. Back in my old life, I had a word for people like me. Annoying. The kind of person that is on the tube no matter which channel you put on.
Apparently, from my conversation with Tom Hanks, Ron Howard was working on a new film and they wanted me to read for a part. At this point, I just wanted to laugh. I couldn’t think of anything else, so I asked the nearest waiter to pinch me. When my arm started ache from the pinch, I knew I wasn’t dreaming. The reading was tomorrow, so I figured, if I woke up tomorrow and everything was the same, I’d have to give it a try.
When I got home, my house was still huge and on the outskirts of Hollywood. So far, so good? Things were definitely weird, but took a turn for the even weirder when I walked into the house and saw Emilee lounging on the couch watching a movie. At first glance, it looked normal, but then, I saw me. Me. Walking onto the screen. It was too much to take so I just went into my bedroom and decided to write everything down in case I wake up tomorrow and find everything back to normal. I might even forget all this.
So, I brushed my hair, turned on one of my CDs and wrote everything down. Surely my friends will believe me! We’ll see what happens tomorrow!