Dream Or Reality?[In Editing]

Chapter Two

I'm gonna be on TV.

Live. On TV.

Ohmysweetgoodness I'm gonna be live on TV!

I took a deep breath, facing the mirror. While waiting for the show to start, I was hiding in the bathroom, trying to calm my panicking nerves and steady my shaking arms. Shakily, I tried to apply the mascara as Felicity taught me, but gave up as soon as I accidentally dropped the wand in the sink.

Relatively, my knee length dress and absurdly high high-heels(jaw dropping two inches...) were good enough so I stepped out of the bathroom. People were rushing around, trying to finalize the last bits of the set before the show would start. Personally, I think It's a little too late to be fixing stuff when there were five minutes left.

Wait...FIVE minutes?

Kay that settles it. I'm screwed. I forced myself to take deep breaths and not hyperventilate whilst sitting in between a posh blonde lady who was examining her nails, and a brunette guy playing with his phone.

Jimmy was the interviewer. He was dressed a bit like the Ceasar guy from the Hunger Games and..the set itself was modelled like the Hunger Games's set. A large video camera was put up but hidden out of sight, at least from the seats of the audience, it could only be seen if you were the guest or the interviewer.

It felt kind of surreal that even after over a hundred people entered(I asked), me and a few other people were picked. They used the Fishbowl Method' wherein they pick papers with names written on them. The limit was 10 people, to say the least.

Jimmy sat across from all 10 of us. He was reading, leg over another, like the boy version of a girl crossing her legs. There was a sound of a soft ringtone and, yawning, he took his phone out. Eyes audibly widening, he pressed answer, getting up and headed to the bathroom.

I eyed the other 'guests'. Some were friendly, some were joking and others were simply..serious.

"Lacy." The blonde next to me suddenly said. I stared at her for a bit before realizing she had just introduced herself. How slow can a person get?

"Miriam." I replied, nodding at her.

"Kay you guys, isn't this amazing?? Who's as excited as I am?" A ginger squealed, covering her mouth with her hands, frowning a bit when no one replied.

"Imagine meeting The Wanted..." Another girl with earbuds in her ears dreamily stated, jolting up suddenly, "Or One Direction!!"

"Oh gosh, please Lord!" The ginger squealed with her.

I cringed, rubbing my temple with my fingers, flashing lights blurring my eyesight before the haziness cleared, "Um I don't evEn know you guys so..."

"Oh, I'm Rhonda." The dreamy eyed girl stated.

"Valerie." I nodded at the ginger-haired girl.

We all introduced ourselves to each other, with a comment from Lacy about how childish this all was. I chanted their names in my head, to not forget them. There were four boys and six girls, so so far, there was Lacy, Valerie, Rhonda, Leana, me and Brittany(the snottiest of the group). The boys were Mark, Jeremy, Alvin and Carlo.

I jumped as there was the loud booming of a voice being spoken in a microphone, "Good afternoon and welcome to the Dream or Reality? Show! I'm Jimmy, your host for today and I would like to invite onstage our first lucky entree who may have the chance to meet the boy of her dreams!"

"We're the luckiest people." Rhonda nodded assuredly, "We shouldn't be nervous about thi-"

"Ladies and Gentlemen, RHONDA!"