Reality Or A Dream
"Brieanna," cried out Erik.
"Brie," screamed out Amber.
"Brieanna, my love!"
"Brie, can you hear me?"
I could hear two voices calling out to me; one voice was a male, while the other voice was a female voice. All I could see around me was complete darkness. I felt my body start to shake, but not from the cold or from fear. I looked straight in front of me to see a small, white light. I raised my right arm, trying to reach for the light. All of a sudden, I heard a soft noise… BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
"She's waking up! Go get Dr. Graham," I heard a voice call out.
I forced my heavy eyes to slowly open up, but I cringed when my eyes stared right into the bright light. I slowly realized that I was lying on a bed with white sheets. I looked to my left to see a lady in a white uniform standing near my bed.
"Sweetie, can you hear me,' she asked me.
My eyes widen and I looked around the room looking for someone; someone very specific that came to my mind. Where is he and where am I? I looked back at the lady, who was waiting for me to talk. I wanted to answer her, but my throat was too dry. I tried to speak, but my words started to swerve.
She looked confused before asking, "What, what are you trying to say?"
"Errrr… Erriikk…" I tried to say again.
She stopped me from speaking. She placed her hand on my left shoulder and said, "Hold on, let me get you some water."
I watched her leave the room to fetch me some water. I slowly looked around the room and I was shocked what I saw. The room was filled with flowers (mostly red roses), get well cards, teddy bears, and so on. I looked over to my nightstand to see a picture of myself and Amber posing in our costumes for the play Peter Pan. I was an Indian while she was a mermaid. I gradually reached over to pick up the get well card that was next to the picture. My hands started to shake as I read the letter.
You better wake up and get better soon! The last 3 weeks has not been fun for me. From worrying about you to Megan's constant complaining! AGAIN, I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVE TO PRETEND TO BE HER BFF WHEN YOU ARE MY BFF! The directors, cast, crew, and your parents are worried sick about you. Megan on the other hand… let's just say, I want to throw bricks at her. I am praying that you will wake up soon so you can convince those stupid directors that you should play Christine and not the witch! I love you bff!
My hands started to shake and my eyes started to water up. I realized that I was truly back to my time… but wait, was the whole phantom experience real… or was it a dream? In Amber's card, it stated that I was "asleep" for 3 weeks. I don't remember what happened after… oh wait; I remember slipping in the dressing room.
I looked up to see the nurse walk in with my water, but she was not alone. My eyes widen when I saw my mom and my dad walk into the room. Without a second thought, my mom ran up to me and hugged me to death while crying her eyes out. My dad slowly walked into the room, trying to not cry himself. I felt my mom petting my hair and kissing my forehead repeatedly.
"Brie, thank heaven you are alright. I thought you were never going to wake up," cried my mom as she continued to sob into my shoulder.
I tried not to be an emotional wreck as I replied, "I am so sorry Mom. I didn't mean to scare you."
I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder. My mom released me and I looked up to see it was Dad.
I turned back to my Mom and asked, "What exactly happened to me?"
Both my parents looked at each other before my Dad said, "Brie, you were in a coma for 3 weeks."
My mouth dropped wide opened and my eyes expanded from the news my Dad told me.
"What," I asked in a meek voice.
My Mom sighed before she rubbed my shoulders and told me the whole story.
"Amber said when you didn't show up after you were going to get your purse from the dressing room, so she started to worry. She went to the dressing room and when she tried to open the door, it was locked. She called for you, but you didn't answer. She found Kevin, your director, and told him that you are missing. They got one of the janitors to unlock the dressing room door and they… they saw you lying on the floor. They did not know if you had fainted or had died. They tried to wake you up, but you were not moving and Kevin said your breathing was very shallow. Amber called 911. The janitor believes one of the staff workers had mopped the floor and forgot to put up the wet floor sign. They think you slipped and hit the back of your head on the slate floor. The doctor believes you had a small concussion, and that's why you didn't wake up for 3 weeks."
I was still shaken after my mom explained to me what had happened... 3 weeks? A concussion and a coma? Did I hit my head so hard that I felt like I was in the phantom of the opera world? Or was I really sent to the Phantom of the Opera world? I was deep in thought when I realized that Dr. Graham walked in the room. After he checked my vitals, he told my parents that I needed to stay in the hospital at least one more night.
My parents kissed my head and said they would come back tomorrow. I asked my nurse if I could use a laptop, so I could Skype Amber. After she handed me the laptop and I logged in my Skype account, I immediately clicked the call button on Amber's account. A few seconds later, someone clicked the answer button.
"Hey Amber, it's… oh, hi Ryan," I said.
Ryan is Amber's 13 year old brother and he awkwardly has a little crush on me.
"Well hello sweetcheeks! Glad to see my sleeping beauty finally woke up," he said.
I groaned and rolled my eyes at his comment. "Ryan, where is Amber?"
"She's around, but why don't we have that little chat about our date coming up?"
Oh my gosh, this kid cannot take a hint! I was about to comment, when I heard a loud bang sound and Ryan looked pale as a white ghost.
"YOU LITTLE TROLL! STOP TOUCHING MY LAPTOP AND GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
I tried not to laugh when Ryan screamed and ran out of the room, avoiding a book being thrown at him. Suddenly, the next person who popped up the screen was my bff Amber.
"I am so sorry you had to go through that… again. Anyways, you scared me to death! I thought you died," she screamed at me.
I cringed a little bit and replied, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
She sighed before saying, "Well once you get out, you owe me a smoothie. These past 3 weeks have been a torcher. Being around Megan pretending to be her friend in the play makes me want to bang my head on a wall."
I sighed, relieved that she wasn't too pissed off at me. "Ok deal." Then I remembered why I wanted to talk to her. "Hey, I need to tell you something."
I took a deep breath before saying, "I… I think I was in the Phantom of the Opera."
Amber looked at me like I was crazy before replying, "Um yeah Brie, so am I. We are in the musical together."
"No, I mean in the Phantom of the Opera world. Like I stepped into the movie and Erik… Erik fell in love with me," I tried to explain without crying over the thought about Erik.
"You mean, you think while you were asleep for 3 weeks, you somehow stepped into the phantom world?"
I nodded my head and waited for her reaction. A few seconds later she started to giggle and smile at me.
"Oh my gosh! Was the phantom hot? No wait, don't tell me; he was either Gerard Butler or Ramin Karimloo."
Ok, now I know she thinks I am making this up. "Amber, I am being serious!"
"So am I, because I would have an amazing dream with either those two sexy phantoms."
She started to laugh at her joke, but her laughing slowly subsided when she saw my serious, not joking face.
"Oh… are you serious? You are not joking," she asked.
"No Amber I am not. I swear, I was there! I was dancing, singing, and… and it felt so real. I don't know if it was reality or a dream."
Amber nodded her head and looked off to the side. I knew she was thinking something. She looked back at me and said, "How about this, since tomorrow we have no rehearsals and you said you will be released from the hospital, how about I will buy you your favorite ice cream and we will discuss what happened in the phantom world."
"The one and only! Ok, I have to go before Ryan complains to Mom again. Call me when you get out and I will come over to your house with the ice cream. Oh, I'll text Kevin to tell him that you woke up," she said.
After we said goodbyes and logged off of Skype, I pushed the button next to my bed to call the nurse. When Nurse Rosa came back in, I handed her the laptop and thanked her. She told me that Dr. Graham said the vitals looked fine and I should get some rest. As my eyes slowly started to close, I swore I thought I heard a small whisper calling out to me.
"Brieanna, I am your Angel of Music. Come back to your Angel of Music."