Wrestlemania. The biggest stage of all. I can't stress that enough. OK maybe I can but I won't stop. Wrestlemania is the event every wrestler works for. It's the event every single wrestling fan looks forward to every year. People are supposed to be excited on days like this. Mixed with nervousness. But I was just plain sad. I called my Dad earlier that morning but he wouldn't answer his phone. Sam skipped town saying that his mom wanted him back home. So in my limo on the way to the arena with my dog going crazy made me feel…empty. Mike and Janice would be front row for my big debut. We were on the interstate when my phone rang. It was Randy calling. I prayed that whatever he was calling about was good.

"Hey Randy what's up?"

"What's up? WHAT'S UP?! Your Dad didn't show up at the hotel last night. He skipped after you left. He hasn't gotten to the arena yet either. He's not answering calls either! You got any idea?"

"Wait…my Dad…is missing."

"Yeah, basically."

"Shit Randy what ever happened to 'breaking it to me lightly'?!"

"I thought you knew!"

"Well I don't dumbass!"

"Oh. Well…sorry?"

I didn't want to deal with Randy so I hung up. My Dad was missing. Did he know he was in the main event? I thought about where he would be. A bar? Nah, there's not a decent one for miles. A fast food joint? Probably not. Training? Not so close to his big event. Then it hit me. He must be on the outskirts. Thinking about God knows what. I was going to tell my driver to go all around the outskirts, but I stopped myself. My Dad needed some alone time, if he was there. Eddie managed to wiggle into my lap and lick me right across the face. I laughed and pet his soft fur. Through the whole ride there stars were calling me to see if I knew where my Dad was. I think Vince even called the police. Hell I can't remember. I got to the arena around 3. I had to go to the back entrance since no one knew I was coming (besides Randy, Sam, Chavo, Rey and Chris). I got in and Vince was there to greet me.

"Sarah! Your Dad called us. He's on his way. Now I have a room where you can go..."

"Vince. I have a room too."

"You do?"

"Yes. Just page or call me before it's my time to go on. Can you do that for me?"

"Uhh…yeah. Here's your script by the way. And make sure your dog doesn't crap all over the place."

"Sure Vince."

I walked off with Eddie right next to me. I knew exactly where I was going. I had to hide in some places so people wouldn't see me. As I passed, I saw how serious Wrestlemania was to these stars. Kurt was in his own little corner, just staring at his title. Mark was pacing back and forth in a little hall way. Rey was popping out of his room occasionally. Mickie was jumping up and down in the same spot. I think she was the only person that saw me. I finally made it to the room. I walked in and found only one piece of paper. Well, Shawn didn't know I was coming, so I didn't blame him. So I pulled out my own paper and pen and started to write.

Headlines for March of 2006 (since we're barely into April):

The Academy Awards! Crash won Best Picture, Reese Witherspoon won Best Actress and Phillip Seymour Hoffman won Best Actor.

The Avian flu! Watch out for birds!

Spring Break baby! Phoenix AZ is where I partied with Britt, Ashley, Sam and Carrie.

Uhhh…yeah that's all I got!

Letter from me, to me.

Wrestlemania!

Sarah,

Well, last night was eventful. You basically pissed off your Dad. Awesome? No. Yet you knew it was going to happen. It's a part of every teenagers life. Oh yeah and your boyfriend just left town because you know he's scared of your Dad! So, your life pretty much sucks. But look on the bright side! Umm…well…I'll have to get back to you on that…

Now that scary Eddie encounter last night. Now it could have been your imagination. But I doubt it. At least you have moved on. Otherwise you would be beyond screwed by now! But anyways, things will be better. Keep holding on. That's what Shawn says. And he's a pretty cool guy. Well, I know this is short and it's Wrestlemania. But I have nothing else to write. Later sweets!

I looked around the room for an opening yet. There wasn't one made. But my dog was working on one! He was pounding his head against the wall, making an indent. I kicked it open with my foot and stuck my letter in there. I put the piece of wall that came out over it and told my dog not to go near that. Then I just sat there. Right in the middle of the room. I closed my eyes and thought. Mostly about where the hell my Dad was. I really wanted to apologize to him. I hid something from him I shouldn't have. But I had to face the music. Music. I brought out my iPod and looked through the songs. All American Rejects usually calmed me down. Some of there songs did anyways. Which reminded me somehow, I had school tomorrow. Aw damn. I would be so damn tired my first hour. Hope Mr. Hammery didn't hurt me. Hurt. I bet my Dad felt hurt when he found out I was hiding a secret. Hiding. I was hiding. I didn't really get to finish that thought since I fell over and fell asleep.

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I woke up when Shawn closed the door to the room. He was looking through some bag and didn't notice I was there yet. I looked at my dog who was sleeping. Good thing he was otherwise he would be barking like hell. Shawn turned around and saw I was in the middle of the room. I swear he jumped back 10 feet and screamed like a little girl! I fell over and laughed. That made my dog wake up. I got up and saw Shawn who looked like he had just seen a ghost

"Jesus Christ…"

"You wanna finish that prayer?"

"Oh shut up! Come here!"

I got up and gave Shawn a big hug. We finally let go after a while. Shawn still just stood there shocked.

"But I only…"

"I brought my own paper."

"But I didn't…"

"My dog did. Don't worry Shawn!"

"Your Dad just got here."
I had nothing to say to that. I wanted to talk to him so bad, but I didn't have the courage to. I had everything planned on what to say. Now the time was here and I didn't dare to face him. Shawn saw the worry in my eyes.

"He's quiet, but he's calmed down from last night."

"What do you mean?"

"He blew a casket. Yelling, throwing, pissed off. He left and didn't call anyone. Oh, you might want to take your dog out."

I looked over to Eddie who was about to pee in the corner. I snapped my fingers and he ran at the door. I thanked Shawn and made my way outside. Once again, I had to hide. And it's hard to do that when your dog's bladder was about to explode. The moment we got outside he ran for the nearest tree. I stood outside in the crisp Chicago air. I was glad I was wearing my Roseville sweatshirt. Which reminded me, I needed to change. So once my dog was done, I walked to Vince's office for my room. Coach led me to a room sort of far away and totally mine. So I changed. When I was done, I looked into the mirror. Dark denim mini Hollister skirt and my white "Young but Tough" WWE shirt. It came out when I was on spring break. I put on some white sandals and a black Chain Gang hat. I looked at myself one last time. For coming back, I looked tan and good! Then the clock struck 7! I turned on the TV in my room and watched Wrestlemania. Match after match amazed me. I loved the divas match (even though Trish lost) and I loved it when Rey won the World Heavyweight Title. Now it was time for my Dad to go on. First Hunter came out in some ridiculous thing. I laughed my ass off about that. My Dad came out as an actual gangster. Gun and everything. Funny thing is, he was being booed out of the arena. Some tech guy came into my room.

"Let's go Sarah."

"But I don't go out till forever!"

"Doesn't matter."

"What about my dog?"

He'll stay behind. Now come along."

My dog followed me anyways. The tech guy made sure I was hidden all the way to the curtain. My dog was handed off to the guy who controlled the music. He walked over to me and handed me head phones.

"OK so you know that voice over thing you did when you were recovering?"

"Yes I do."

"Well we turned it into your theme song."

"No way."

"Yeah. Hear it."

I put the head phones on and listened to the music. It started with a really loud drum solo. Then some guitar came in. Then me! My voice. My singing voice on there. I loved it when it was all over.

"So?"

"I love it. Keep it."

"Good! The fans know its yours from some silly sneak preview WWE did. Oh your Dad doesn't look good."

I looked at the monitor the tech guy (named Chet. Stupid name) was looking at. My Dad was getting beat up with everything Hunter had to offer. Almost a Pedigree but no! He reverses! A few of my Dad's moves then he heads for the STFU. And it works. My Dad's music runs for a while, then it stops. Cue the drums! Right when they come on the crowd goes wild. My video is starting to play on the big screen. Then right when the guitar starts, I walked out.

Man I almost went deaf! Everyone was out of their seats screaming at the top of their lungs! I started to cry at the top of the ramp. I jumped 3 times while 3 rockets went off. I looked at my Dad, who was speechless in the ring. Yeah that was really funny. I ran down the ramp, slapping hands on the way down. I made my way to the edge of the ring. My Dad was just standing there. Title in his hands, just stunned. He didn't look mad. He looked shocked. I slid into the ring and walked around the ring. I went on the top turn buckles and posed. If I didn't go deaf, I should have gone blind. Then, when I got to the middle, I was face to face with my Dad. My music stopped. People were still screaming and chanting. I stared right into my Dad's blue eyes. I knew I had to tell him I was sorry right there. But…

"I'm sorry Sarah."

He beat me to it. I started to get tears in my eyes. I went in for a really big hug. I didn't care that he was all sweaty and tired. He was my Dad. I couldn't hate him forever. He lifted me up and put me on his shoulders. I looked out and saw Mike and Janice cheering me on. Then I saw…Sam? He was standing in the middle of the aisle. He was just staring at me. I smiled and waved at him to get in. He mouthed 'no.' What was going on? He got some paper and wrote something on it. He held it up to me. 'It's over.' My smile dropped. He had to be kidding. I jumped off my Dad's shoulders and jumped over the barriers.

"Sam what are you talking about?"

"Your back now! You'll have no time for me."

"What makes you think that? Sam I'll always have time for you!"

"I can't do this Sarah. I…I can't be with you."

He walked away. People were staring and booing at him.

"Sam!"

Sam turned around and faced me.

"Please don't do this. Not here, not now."

"I just did."

He turned back and walked away from. I just got down on my knees. The best night of my life had turned to a disaster. Mike and Janice came from their row to comfort me. I pushed them away. I jumped back over the barrier and started to walk up the ramp. I turned back to my Dad who had his eyes fixed on the aisle. Shit. That can't be good. He got out of the ring and walked to the barrier. If he jumped that I would be screwed. Instead security got the message and stopped him from going over. I just turned and ran. I heard screams. My Dad broke threw security. God damn what could he do? I ran back and jumped over the barriers again. I ran after him. I got out to the outside of the arena looking for him. Some god damn camera thought it would be a good idea to follow me. I just pushed it away. I looked up and down the hall. My Dad was gone. I ran my fingers threw my hair. I went back out to the arena and got into the ring. I asked for a mic. I got one and spoke the only thing I could say.

"This is how fast life changes."

I dropped the mic and walked back. When I got there, stars were blocking the entrance. They were saying how sorry they were, but I walked past. I was in no mood. I looked at all the doors and found my Dad's room. I went in. Thank god he was sitting there. He was staring at the wall.

"I didn't find him."

"That's a good thing."

"He broke your heart Sarah. I won't let him do that."

"It was only 3 months Dad."

"But you loved him."

It was true. The only thing I could do was sit down next to him. And cry. He held me for the next few hours, just being there for me. And school the next day? That's a whole different story.