Campbell's Soup Might Own my Soul

     Earlier today my whole family went out to Philadelphia to audition for a Campbell's soup commercial. It was mostly for my mom's benefit, since it's she's an actress and the casting call was only accepting families. We got there at about noon and ended up hanging out in a hallway until we got called in. They did a little practice run and then told us to leave. I think they'll call if we got the parts but I don't know when. I'm also a little scared about the whole thing. If we don't get the part, Mom has to find work somewhere else, but if we do, it's back to Philadelphia, and I end up on TV. For some people, it's a dream come true, but I'm camera shy. When I was younger, I thought it sounded like fun to be an actress, but now I'm not so sure. The casting director wanted to know what my sister and I wanted to do later in life. I said journalism, and she said singing. I love to sing, but I want to keep it as a hobby. The casting director asked my sister to sing, but she didn't. Later, Mom told us both that when a casting director tells you to sing, you sing. Then she said we both could have sang for him, but neither of us were comfortable with that. I used to want to be famous for my singing, but I don't anymore. I don't want to end up like Miley Cyrus. People tell me she's stupid and I'm not, but I'd still rather not take any chances. Plus, I cave under pressure way too easily, and being a celebrity involves a LOT of pressure. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that if I get this part, the Campbell's Soup company is going to own my soul for all of eternity.

ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US!

A Short Fanfic

“But why me?” I asked, with a hand on the eyepiece.

“Because you have a special power.” The red-haired Scottish woman said. “Tell me, what’s this?” And she held up a model of a blue phone box. I’d seen them on street corners before.

“A phone box.” I replied, with some hesitation. I remembered the dream, but I didn’t say anything about that.

“And what else?” her voice was softer now, more human, with just a tiny hint of wonder. I hesitated again. “Go on, Bella. Only you can answer this question right now. I will understand. Don’t be afraid to say what you think.”

“A time machine.” I spat the answer out quickly, before I had enough time to think about what I was saying. “The one from my dream. It happens every night, I see it, and I think it has something to do with…” I stopped speaking.

“Go on.” The woman smiled kindly.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “This sounds very strange, I know. I’ve tried explaining it before to other people, but they don’t get it. Every night, it happens. I have this dream where I’m standing in a park, with this phone box, only it’s not a phone box, it’s a time machine, and I’m a time machine too, like we’re connected or something, and then I hear the voices, a million voices all at once, like everything that’s ever happened and everything that ever will is happening all at the same time and I can’t hear my own thoughts and there’s no room for anything new because it’s so loud that if it got any louder the whole universe would explode into a million pieces.” I opened my eyes before whispering my last sentence. “Only I think it already did.”