16 year-old Rylee Sienna wants to be a popstar. She daydreams about it all the time. Until one day, her daydream comes to life. She becomes a popstar. She becomes very recognizable, and can't go places without people begging her for an autograph. Finally, she has to preform in front of millions of people and her world gets turned upside down.
I was daydreaming at my desk, that day. About being a popstar. You know, like all those upbeat catchy songs.
A weird thing about me is that I sometimes daydream with my eyes open. And let me tell you this, it really happened.
So now I'm here to tell you.
I was daydreaming like I said, and suddenly, I started spinning. Like when you go on a roller coaster with a few loops. But this had hundreds of loops, and I was in for a long ride.
Everything went black. I shut my eyes tight, hoping this was just a nightmare.
I opened my eyes again.
I was no longer at my desk. I was on a park bench. I looked down at myself. I was no longer wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. I was wearing a tank top, that has sequins all over it.
My cheap pair of jeans had been replaced with the really expensive jeans I had seen at a shop downtown.
Was I? Was I really a- "POP STAR!" Shouted a little girl walking down the street.
"Mommy! Mommy! It's Rylee Sienna! It's Rylee Sienna!"
The girl shrieked and rushed over to me.
"Can I have your autograph? Can you sign my shirt? Could you? Could you?"
I nodded. The girl pumped a fist in the air.
I blindly groped my pockets for something to write with. I felt something and pulled out a sharpie.
"Huh." I thought. "I guess celebrities carry markers with them."
I signed the girls shirt.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"OH MY GOSH! RYLEE SIENNA JUST ASKED WHAT MY NAME IS!" The girl shouted. "I'm Miri." She said joyfully.
Everyone on the street hurried over after hearing Miri shout. I didn't like all the attention.
A teenager came up to me. She looked around my age, maybe a few years younger.
"Hey." She said, coolly but nervously. "I'm Chaya." She held her hand out and I shook it.
Then I jumped up. "Er...I gotta go....prepare for a...a... a concert?"
I ran as fast as I could to the neighborhood where mine was, before my daydream actually came to life.
Instead of my house, there was a large trailer with security guards walking around it, and padlocks on the door. On the door, was a large hand-painted sign, reading, "RYLEE SIENNA: PRIVATE; KEEP OUT!"
Oh. So this must be where I... 'live'? I guess? I walked up to it. A guard sped over to me and opened the door like a gentleman.
I thanked him, and went inside.
Inside the trailer, were posters all over the walls, reading, "Rylee Sienna, see her perform new songs tomorrow!"
Tomorrow!? That was... tomorrow!
I had to write like, what is it... 10 songs before tomorrow!?!?
What had I gotten myself into?
