A week later Roger called back to say that I needed to be at Universal Studios on Monday to film the show. I asked who all agreed to be on the show, but he refused to tell me. It had to be a surprise apparently. I didn't care really. I was excited to see anyone at this point. My self-imposed exile was not as much fun as I hoped it would be.
For the next four days I tried to figure out who they would have gotten. Since Roger said they would get family, I'm pretty sure my mom would be on the show. I doubt dad would bother. He still didn't agree with my decision to become an actor. He wasn't as resistant as he used to be, but he still didn't like it.
Andre might do it. He was my best friend after all. I think Robbie is still on tour so I don't think he would be here. I don't know where Cat or Jade are so I doubt they could find them and Tori is super busy with her career and probably couldn't make it. I was a little sad thinking that most of my friends wouldn't be there, but then again I have no idea who will be. I can't keep psyching myself out. They might still be there.
When Monday rolled around I was several hours early to the set. I was so anxious to see who was here that I couldn't sit still. On the outside I was calm as ever, but on the inside I was bouncing around like a small child. I wonder how much time I'll have with my friends after this is done.
A voice broke through my reverie, "Beck Oliver! You're needed in hair and makeup!"
After several very long and boring hours it was finally time for the show. I was led onto a stage that was lit up with bright blue lights. It had a large and very comfortable looking chair in the center of the stage with a pedestal to the left and several seats that looked like a set of bleachers to the right. My hopes rose when I noticed that there were ten chairs set up for my "guests" to sit in.
As I was taking my seat I noticed a blurry screen set on the far side of the bleachers with a thick red curtain around it. That must be where they come from. My palms were sweaty and to keep myself busy, I waved to the crowd as they were ushered in. When the music began to play the butterflies in my stomach seemed to transform into pterodactyls that were threatening to tear me apart from the inside.
The host introduced himself and I was so preoccupied I couldn't remember the man's name. He took his place behind the pedestal and I heard the DP start the countdown. The crowd began to cheer and I cheered with them. I remembered at the last second to plaster a smile on my face and pay attention to the host.
After the introductions were completed it was time for my first guest. A silhouette appeared behind the blurry screen and began to talk in an altered voice, "I was the first person to hold you after you were born. It was the happiest day of my life. I always wanted a son and you were a dream come true. I dreamt that you would become a doctor, or a lawyer, but when you decided that you wanted to become an actor I didn't support you like I should have. You proved me wrong and I'm proud of you."