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prologue
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t
that bad. Maybe having a cold and a broken arm wasn’t that bad. And it
wasn’t, really. The only thing was that we had to cancel a million appearances
and a couple of concerts. Therefore, there were a million teenies and reporters
camped outside my house. But I did feel like crap. My throat hurt, I couldn’t
stop coughing, my nose wouldn’t stop running, and to top it all off, my arm
hurt. Bad. I couldn’t go outside, I couldn’t play the keyboards, so
basically I lay on the couch all day and watched TV. I slept, but it wasn’t
really sleeping. My eyes would close, but I could still hear sound and it
wasn’t too refreshing. And the whole time I was bored, tired, sick, achy and
very, very irritable. One day, about day 5, I was lying on the couch, trying
desperately to get some real sleep. Zac came in and sat down in one of the
chairs. He was reading a book. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t look. I
didn’t care. I don’t know where everyone else was. And once again, I
didn’t care. I just wanted some sleep. After about ten minutes, he must’ve
gotten irritated.
“What is your problem?”
he asked, slamming his book shut suddenly. I lay back on the couch and gazed at
ceiling.
“Nothing. I just can’t
get any sleep.” He smiled.
“Oh no,” I groaned.
“What are you going to do this time? Magically make me go to sleep with your
amazing powers?” He frowned, but quickly recovered.
“No, no, no. Okay…” he
looked at his hands and thought.
“Okay,” he said again.
“If you could do your life over again, what would you change?” I gave him a
look.
“You’re whack.”
“No, I’m serious! What
would you do over?”
“Oh, I dunno. I wouldn’t
be famous.”
“Ya sure?” I nodded. I
wanted to get whatever he was going to do over with.
“Okay, close your eyes.”
I sighed and shut my eyes. Heck, it might work. Just as I was about to open my
eyes and say this was stupid, I felt a spinning feeling. It felt as if the couch
was spinning away from me. I heard a whirling sound. I tried to say Zac, but I
couldn’t. After a few minutes, I felt my feet hit what felt like the ground. I
could hear people laughing and giggling. I was really confused.
“Don’t open you eyes yet
Tay!”
“Okay,” I answered,
feeling myself smiling.
“Okay,” the group
shouted.
“1, 2, 3, OPEN!”