A Dream Come False

&;#65279;A Dream Come False

It starts with a finger tap, then comes the head bobbing, the slight
hip movement, and
soon the simple act of singing along with the radio becomes a personal
obsession. The nest thing
you know, you're a popstar! A popstar...yeah, in your dreams, Dreams
that will completely
obscure your rational thinking and take over your every action until
that dream comes true. And
inevitably it will of course....of course it will.
Raysen McHolme projected all of her energy to preparing for her
exciting future. Her
future that somehow came to life right there that day. What happened to
college? What
happened to the journalism course she was so excited about? What
happened to becoming a
successful business woman publishing her own magazine? She even had
titles for this not-yet-
existing glossy, making sure to have plenty of back ups knowing full
well that simple cover
names were always taken. What happened to it all? What happened was a
catchy little tune on
the airwaves.
Hey, if she can do it so can I, she thought to herself referring to
the preteen up-and-
coming new artist whose poppy little ditty of a song just happened to
hit number six on the top
ten list that played every evening on POP90.7. Did you hear me? I was
in perfect tune and my
pitch was wonderful, whatever it is that pitch is I had it dead on.
Sure I need a little work, some
blond hair dye, coloured contacts, trendy clothing...but nothing sexy,
that's where I draw the
line, yeah, I'll totally make a stand. I've got it all figured out. I'm
a natural.
She immediately quit her job at It All Makes Cents, a local dallar
store in the mall
approximately four blocks from her home in Biarston, Ontario. Biarston,
a small community full
of young people aspiring to be great things. A town full of dreamers.
Although unaware of it,
Raysen fit in well, it was her home town after all. She was amazed at
how crazy this town could
make a person. Her friend Gwen an artist, the next self-proclaimed
Picasso. In Raysen's opinion
she wasn't anything spectacular but strange, very strange. Her best
friend Ember was a
comedian, terribly funny, yet terribly stupid. She'll get nowhere, she
once discovered feeling
awful for even thinking such a thing about her closest friend. She's
insane to think so. In fact,
everyone's crazy in Biarston, there's no room for sanity in such a
minute municipality. But
Raysen McHolme the next Britney Spears, that was completely sane...no,
not crazy at all.
Now that her job was gone and otherwise would not be interferring with
her plans she
decided it was best to get rid of the boyfriend. Mason Gemmet would be
hurt and quite possible
heartbroken by his girlfriend's all-of-a-sudden change. They had been
together for almost three
and a half years and from his perspective everything was fine, perfect
actually. She cared for
him, but it's best not to be attached when you're in the music
business. Hello? That would ruin
my chances with a Backstreet Boy. So she made the breakup quick and
left as soon as the tears
began to fill his eyes. Raysen wouldn't let herself cry, this was a big
decision and she had to be
strong. After all, there would be more major decisions to come. Like
what record label to sign to
(of course there will be plenty of offers), what to wear when she
appears on Rosie O'Donnell.
What to say when she wins her numerous awards and, of course, which
Backstreet Boy to choose
from.
School was another boulder. She had to go, there was no choice in the
matter. Her
parents wouldn't let her drop out of school, they weren't supportive of
the crazy lifestyles of
young stars. They had no faith in her, she concluded. She remembered
her Mom claiming
frequently that there was no such thing as overnight success.
Overnight? Of course not, that's
nuts! At least give me a few days. She attended her classes although
not paying much attention.
Raysen figured there was no need for highschool. Dance lessons and
rehearsals would be taking
up more and more of her time and was much more important that
algebra.
Over the course of the next week she danced around her room,
experimented with make-
up, plastered her walls with pictures of her favourite stars and belted
out everything that came on
that radio of hers. Her Aunt had informed her of a karaoke night at a
bar that she often went to.
If Raysen was serious about this singing thing, she could go before
nine the following night
when the teens were allowed. Raysen was estatic with excitement
instantly rushed to mall for a
new outfit. She'd get in all the practice she needed half hour before
going, after she watched her
favourite after-school specials on TV.
She sat in the front row of tables mentally criticizing every young
preformer before her.
Most of the other young females weren't nearly as attractive as she and
half of then couldn't sing
for the life of them she decided. Her Aunt glared at her for making
such comments and scolded
her on the nature of a karaoke contest. "It's all for fun Raysen," she
said. "Smile, you're making
the others uncomfortable." Raysen finally grinned, but there was
nothing nice about it. Her smile
consisted of pure arrogance, wait 'til they get a load of me, they
won't be smiling either. In fact,
they'll be squirming in their seats. I'll be awesome and the rest of my
measly competitors will
know it when I get my standing ovation. Oh, they'll know it.
She proudly graced the stage as the bar owner read that her name was
next on the fairly
lengthy list of adolescent preformers. Raysen was last. Save the best
they always say. I'm their
grande finale. She looked confidently out into the crowd of scattered
adults and a group of now
furious girls who hadn't liked Raysen at first sight. They saw her
piercing eyes of conceit and
didn't like her at all.
The music began to play. The familiar tune was that same song that had
got her going on
the popstar kick in the first place. Yes, number six just last Tuesday
night. What was it again?
She still had yet to discover it's title, or the artist who sang it for
that matter. But she knew most
of the words at that was all she needed to know. No one will give her a
second thought when I
make it anyway, whoever she was. She held the microphone up to her
wonderfully made-up face
and started to sing shortly after the song began. She was late with the
first line, but thought
nothing of it. She softly sang the first through and became excited
with anticipation for the lively
chorus to arrive, that's when she'd really shine. When it finally did,
Raysen belted it out as
loudly as she could. The sound that came out of her was tremendous! It
was head spinning! It
was loud! ...It was horrible!
The older gentleman working the equipment turned down the system
immediately taking
the song and it's music with it. Raysen stepped back, not yet
embarrassed, but almost furious.
She just stared at everyone as they blankly did the same to her. How
could this be possible? This
isn't happening! I'm awesome remember! This sort of thing NEVER happens
to stars! However
upset she was she wasn't going to let them know. Them, being the crowd,
the bar staff, and
especially those other ugly...um, talented group of girls. Raysen gave
them a meek giggle and
shrug it hopes that it would seem like she didn't it on purpose. Yeah,
that's all it was, just for
kicks. She was never serious about the singing thing in the first place
right? After all, karaoke is
for fun. You know, for kicks.
She managed to make it through the night with a smile. Half the time
with it plastered to
her face in contempt, the other portion it was there honestly. Although
she realized that perhaps
she wasn't ever going to be Whitney Houston, the other girls, whom she
learned had been
singing wince they were very small and had endured hours of vocal
training, just may well be
someday. And now that she had convinced herself that she had never
really been serious in the
first place, she could enjoy their singing without envy.
When Raysen arrived home after the horrifying event she instantly
searched for her
journal. As embarrassing as it all had been she had to write it down,
she had to write everything
down. It was like an obsession with her, no, more like a passion.
Obsessions were things that
clouded your mind, passions were a part of your mind, a part of your
self. Obsessions, like the
idea of stardom, will fade away when given time for reality. Her
passion for writing will be with
her always. While in search of her journal (Raysen often hid it in
different places in fear that
someone would discover it) she came across a story she had written a
short while ago entitled A
Dream Come True. She had written many, but this particular one was
special, sentimental even.
It was a true story about herself, a biography of somesort. In it she
explains her appreciation for
her parents, expressing that there couldn't have been a better set of
people out there. Raysen was
adopted. She knew of her biological past and understood why she had
been put up for adoption.
If her mother hadn't given her away she would have had a much more
difficult life to deal with.
Her biggest dream may have been the next meal instead of fame and
fortune. Raysen realized
how incredibly lucky she was to have found the wonderful parents that
she did and for
everything they've done for her. And as with most things, she chose to
display her feelings and
emotions in writing. Her story turned out beautifully and was even
awarded the best in the class.
She was proud of her story ...but her singing? Not so much.
So that's it, she thought flopping down on her bed after putting in
the movie, Down To
You, for the umpteenth time since she purchased it just a few weeks
ago. Tonight wasn't exactly
a dream come true was it? She moped in bed for awhile wondering how on
earth she was going
to fix this disaster. She gave up a lot for that for that silly dream.
She'd have to beg for her job
back and getting Mason to trust her again would be a miracle. But
that's real life, and she'll deal
with it, she has to. Raysen will often think about being a famous
popstar in the future, up there
on the stage, all those lights and fancy effects, and all the screaming
fans. However she'll keep
in mind that it's just not real life. It's still a dream for
sure...simply, a dream come false.
Her mother came into the room with an armfull of freshly washed
clothes and hassled her
about watching that movie again and again. "You shouldn't be wasting
your time with movies,"
she proclaimed evidently frustrated with her daughter's sluggishness.
"You should be doing
school work or thinking about colleges and deciding what to do with
yourself. What does that
movie have to do with your future?" Raysen gave her trademark
giggle-and-shrug and her
mother sighed and left the room.
"You're the cutest one in New York," Raysen echoed the words of Julia
Stiles as she
clutches Freddie Prince Jr. in one of the beginning scenes in the film,
wondering what any of it
actually did have to do with her future. Her mother's words still fresh
in her mind. She could
never say such things to a guy, but repeating Julia made it feel easy,
almost as if she could say
anything to anyone if given a script. Hey, there's an idea! Raysen
McHolme's future came to life
right then that night, and her new plan will inevitably come true of
course...of course it will.

Marie Terrault *030702*