The Journey to Fame

The First Hours

"So tell me about yourself" Vincent K. McMahon said to me in a formal tone.

"Well my name is Adelina Joy, I'm 18, and I love to eat, sleep, and make music." My voice was shaky.

Way to make a impression dumbass.

"What do you mean by 'make music?'"

"I play French Horn, Mellophone, Clarinet, Bass Clarinet, and Trombone." 

"Oh, interesting. What about your childhood?"

"Oh about that, I don't really talk about it." The word childhood sent chills through me.

"Well why not? A pretty little girl like you must've had a great childhood."

"I wish. Death seemed to be a re-occurrence in my life, starting when I was 4 and ending when I was 8, When I was 4, My grandfather passed way during open heart surgery. When I was 6, my grandmother passed away but I can't remember from what. and when I was 8, my father had passed from pancreatic cancer that spread from his pancreas to his liver. When I was 13, I had started my battle with suicidal thoughts, depression, and anxiety. Along the way I found out that I also had bipolar and IED."

" Oh, I'm sorry for bringing it up and for all of your battles. I'll sit down with you a bit more at another time, I have some paper work to do so I'm going to send you off with Hunter to meet some of your new coworkers. " I got up and went to the door and went to leave with Hunter.

"Oh Adelina one more thing." I turned "Welcome to WWE." I smiled and left.

Hunter and I made small talk as we wiggled through what seemed like never ending halls. During our field trip to meet fellow wrestlers, Hunter introduced me to Paige, who told me to stay clear Eva Marie, Ariane, and Summer Rae as they hate fresh meat, Randy Orton, his wife Kim, and CM Punk. Hunter had left me with Punk since Stephanie needed him.

"Adelina Joy, what a name.. what's a mini me doing here?" He teased.

"Oh, so now if a girl has a septum piercing and 6 tattoos she's a mini CM Punk?"

"Well 1, you have my attitude and 2, what tattoos and where Ms. Ombre?"

"My hair is color melted to be exact, there 2 different things. A half sleeve of roses on my left arm, an anti-possession symbol on my right hip, a music piece on my right rib cage, a memorial to my father on my inner left wrist, arrows on the back of my neck, and a small French Horn on my right ankle. Since you must know." I felt my anxiety rising. I hated meeting new people, I'm so painfully awkward that I get anxious over every little thing. I couldn't make small talk to save my life.

Why does he want to know you? It's not like your special.

"Let me guess, its blue for the reference in Friends?"

"No i play it, along with Mellophone, Clarinet, Bass Clarinet, and Trombone."

"So you like the fine arts, not my thing. What do yo like to do for fun?"

" Well I lik-" I was cut off but an announcement.

"Ms. Joy to Stephanie McMahon's office, Adelina to Stephanie's office.

"Come on, I'll walk you." Punk said putting his arm on my shoulder.

Our walk to Ms. McMahon's office was spent as most our time together had been spent so far. Complete silence. It was kind of nice but be quite drives me insane, well crazier then I already am.

Good. You're acknowledging me.

He led me up to her door, said goodbye, then left. Ms. McMahon, or Stephanie as she wants me to call her, only wanted to tell me that I could go back home to Woodbridge. They had booked  a flight to Chicago at 1:00 pm for me tomorrow. Hunter said that one of the divas in tomorrow nights match might be out so they need me on stand by, but hey, at least its a chance at TV time. I went back to the divas locker room to get my keys, I had a hour and a half drive ahead of me, I didn't wish to waste time. I set off to my 69' Impala and headed back to my apartment in Woodbridge NJ. I had been working 3 jobs up until this point to afford the $1500 a month rent but on the bring side, my mom is only a few blocks away.