((listen to the song on repeat for the entirety of reading this))
You stride onto stage as Dr. Phillip C. McGraw calls you on. Your heart is thumping a thousand miles a minute and you can already feel your entire body heating up. You're on live television to discuss your sister's alcoholic habits. That wasn't important today, though. You have been a major fan of Dr. Phil's work for the past few years, you even bought a poster that you convinced people to be a joke, when, in reality, you gaze at it every night before you drift asleep.
To keep it short, you've been infatuated with Dr. Phil since day one, and to think you're here on his stage about to talk to him face to face? Unbelievable.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Phil, and thank you for having me," you say as you take a seat next to your sister.
"Hello y/n and thank you so much for coming," he says as your eyes lock. You're practically melting in your seat. He has such brilliant blue eyes. Those gems are so beautiful in pictures, but now you're seeing them in real life, along with the magnificent hunk who owns them? Once again, unbelievable.
Dr. Phil begins asking you a few basic questions like "what was your sister like before alcoholism?" and "what was her and Matt's relationship like before they divorced?" Simple questions to give an outsider point of view to his analysis.
That's what you've always admired about Dr. Phil. He isn't like other daytime talk hosts. His analyses are real, his show is real...
He is real.
You can't help but stare. Everything about him is so perfect. He shows concern no one else ever had over your sister's condition. He cares. So when he asks you the next question, you completely break down and all you can spit out is gibberish.
The show ends surprisingly quick after that moment, and Dr. Phil agrees to send your sister to a special treatment facility, on them. You thank Dr. Phil repeatedly.
"I don't think I could ever repay you, I'm in eternal debt to your kindness," you stutter between cries.
Dr. Phil only nods with a slight smirk and motions you to follow him off stage once the commercial breaks start.
He brings you into a room with "Dr. Phillip McGraw" labeled on it. "Stay in here, I'll be back in five."
With that, he shuts the door and you hear the knob rattle. Did he just lock you in here?
You go to examine the door, and it is, in fact, locked.
"This is so weird," you whisper to yourself. You sit down on a blue seat and pull out your phone to pass the time. Sure enough, Dr. Phil is back. He hurriedly shuts the door and strides over to you.
"Dr. Phil, may I ask what's going on?" You slide your phone into your pocket and stand up in front of him.
"Please, just call me Phil. Or maybe that's Daddy for you."
