P. H. A. S. E

my mid term week

Phase 12: my mid term week.

POV: Erika Sinclair

I loved the way I handled the interview. Of course I was cancelled by some folks for few things I said.

I had to be at an official interview at  GENZ gist with Kamala the next day. It was scheduled for 3:30pm. While prepping for it, I went shopping with my guys.

Fortunately, Fiona showed up with her minions and her broadcast team. She streams her everyday life. I just wasn't prepared to be with her. I was totally uncomfortable. Camera's everywhere. Everyone watching the PHASE and Mei Kimura go for shopping. I barely said a word to anyone. I made sure of that. We were being really careful around Fiona and Alvin's relationship.

I said nothing to Alvin. Not even a hi. I tried, we tried to act as casual as normal because Fiona had really sensitive and pessimistic fans. The two hours was spent mostly bantering with Taki and Harper and teasing Mia and Pedro. I felt suffocated by the cameras and her over possessive bossy Aura.

She started this discussion about pets with Alvin and Mia. Then Mia dragged me and Pedro into it and we had one big hearty conversation about dogs and cats and wild animals. I wasn't enjoying the conversation but I had to feign interest.

I don't know how we moved from pets to the topic of adoption and single parenting. That was quite a sensitive thing for any of us to talk about on camera,but it obviously wasn't on her side. She spoke about her adopted sister and her mom like they were random useless and senseless. Her mom adopted an 16 yr old orphan, what's the big deal?

She was oblivious of the fact that it was an inhouse issue and not for the world.  I had to control myself especially because of the camera.

After the uptight pressure during shopping , I was stock with an interview about sensitive topics I rarely expected. The questions from the interview basically revolved around my Mom and our ballet life and her poems.

I don't know if you saw it. It was the most trending thing online. I was talking boldly and doing my best to answer the questions but my eyes couldn't stop tearing up. I dabbed it a million time.

I was barely out of the studio when flashes of light obviously from the herd of interviewers and reporters, paused me in my track.  I was with Mia and my mum's manager Mrs Tate. She made out time for this though she was on maternity leave. My mum gave her a year off.

The questions blasting from all corners made me freeze. I can't describe the way I felt. I rushed back into the building and straight to the restroom. I was lucky no one was in it. I tried talking myself to a calm state as I paced around but it wasn't working. I glanced at the time. It was an hour to my next medication but I really needed it.

I needed something to end the way I felt asap. But taking a pill didn't seem enough. I took two extra but it wasn't helping. In frustration, I poured out God knows how much into my palm and took it in.  I tugged it back in to my purse, touched up my makeup, adjusting my clothes and waited till I felt better than the mess I was  few minutes before.

I walked confidently to  a toilet and after doing my business, I headed for the door. I tried opening the door but my hands felt so weak. Then my legs wiggled. My sight began to blur out until I felt my body crash.

I opened my eyes again after few minutes of darkness to the brightest white light ever. Soon, my eyes adapted to the light and I was in a hospital. I tried getting up but my body was too weak to lift me and I felt drowsy. After trying to utter a word I could hear proved abortive, I laid there waiting for someone to come in. I don't remember dozing off but the next thing I remember is being in another ward with three other persons on the other bed not too far away.