. . . you accidentaly scream into the phone. Oops.
"Well hold on for just one second and we'll get all the info we need from you...so you can get your prize...I guess. Any ways Jewel, number 5..." Carson says and is cut off.
"Alright we're gonna need your full name." a ladies voice with an obvious hint of a New York accent. "Do you know who I was just talking to? Why did you cut us off?? Can he sign something for me?" you ask. Breathe in, breathe out.
"Ummm, I'm really not sure. I just need your name."
Name? My name? After pondering on the question for a moment you reply. All the questions you were pretty much able to answer without too much difficulty (Except for the social security number one. Does anyone really have those memerized?).
You were told to be at the nearest Hyatt (TRL creates miracles, they've discovered how to transport celebrities from one corner of the earth, to the other because thats the way my story goes) by 7 and you hung up the phone.
Is this really happening? Are you really going on a date with Isaac Hanson? After stopping and breathing for a second you shake your head wondering what on earth you were going to do until then, because the time is only 4 and picking the perfect outfit takes no more than 30 minutes!
In the midst of throwing your closet into the center of your room you come to a terrible realization. How are you going to get to the Hyatt?
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