"Hannah Montana!!!"
I screamed as the movie came into play on the television screen. I was always happy to see the movie, and I'd watch it over and over again.
Even at the age of nine, I was so eager to learn the songs of Miley Cyrus, who had been the protagonist of that movie, and at every little chance I got, I'd sing the songs with my tiny voice.
Back then, my school held social hours on Fridays, and students would be called on to display their talents. Whenever I was called upon, I would choose a song from the movie and sing aloud. My teachers would always praise me, and my fellow pupils then would clap for me.
Thus, I was nicknamed Jenny Montana. I can't tell if that was a good thing, but somewhere in my head, I began to dream of becoming a singer, and I even went as far as writing it in my diary, with the few words I could scribble down.
Well, unfortunately for me, my parents had other plans for me, and when my dad stumbled upon my childish desires, it didn't sit right with him; he sent my mom to advise my teacher against encouraging my daydreams.
Years passed, and I finally gave up on the whole music thing. I even forgot about the movie I was obsessed with as a kid. I had other dreams that I wanted to achieve, and I studied hard to pass my exams and get into the university so I could study my new dream course.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I gave a low hum of approval, the door opened, and my mom walked into my room.
"Hi, Mom." I greeted and tried to sit up on the bed.
"You were already asleep by the time I returned home yesterday; I didn't want to disturb you. How were the exams?" She asked me and removed a strand of hair that was on my face.
I had written the university's POST-UTME exams, which was the stepping stone to my admission. It had been tough, but since I prepared well, it wasn't much of a big deal to me.
"It went well, I guess." I replied and smiled at the look she gave me.
"You're confident that you'd be accepted into the university, right?" She asked me.
"Hopefully, I will be. I'm not bothered about it. I did well. In two days, we'll know if I'll be chosen or not." I responded.
"I believe you'll be admitted. I'm happy to witness the woman you're growing into, unlike the days when you daydream about some weird movie. I had been very worried back then, but now, I'm happy that you're very much better than you had been." My mom praised my academic excellence, and I felt happy with myself.
Two days later, like we all expected, I got an admission into the university to study Human Nutrition and Dietetics. I was so pleased with myself, and my parents didn't waste any time in getting my fees settled. They went all out in buying things for me, so I could enjoy my stay in school; I couldn't be happier.
The day for my departure came, and my dad drove me to my school. He helped me get settled in and returned home only after I had confirmed that all was in order at my new place.
As a very sociable person, making friends wasn't a big challenge for me, and in no time, I already had a clique of my own. My friends were movie lovers, and they enjoyed HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL movies. I liked the movies too, but I didn't pay much attention to them until one day, I heard a familiar song play from a movie. It was the Dreams come true song from my old favorite movie, Hannah Montana.
I sat still and listened till the song stopped playing, then I did something that I was going to regret doing later.
I went to the girl that had been playing the music, and I asked her to send me the movie she had been seeing.
"It's an old movie. Are you sure you want it?" She asked me.
"Yeah. I've actually seen the movie so many times as a kid, but I could rewatch it." I replied, so she sent the movie to me, and I thanked her.
I spent the night watching the movie and reminiscing on the old times when I'd sing along with the movie and even take it to school. It was a fun memory to have.Maybe I should've deleted the movie after that night, but I didn't. I went as far as downloading the audio version of the songs Miley Cyrus had sung in the movie, and with my earphones plugged in, I played the song to class and met a nightmare.
One of the no-nonsense lecturers had come to teach, but I didn't even notice him. I was so lost in the song that I had been listening to, and staring at the podium he was on, I envisioned myself standing there with a microphone and a music crew with me. It suddenly felt like I wasn't in the class anymore. It seemed as if the audience were cheering me on to continue singing, and at that moment, Wrecking Ball, which was another Miley Cyrus song, began to play, and I flew with it.
I totally forgot that I was in class, and when she did a crescendo, I sang along and screamed out.
"I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL!!!"
It suddenly grew quiet around me, and my friends tapped me back to reality. I noticed the stares that I was getting from my coursemates, and it dawned on me that I had been caught daydreaming, and in the worst-case scenario.The lecturer glared at me. I couldn't speak.
"Get up," he said to me.
"I'm so sorry, sir..." I started to apologize, but he cut me off.
"Shut up. Were you trying to mock me?" He asked. I shook my head in response.My whole body quavered from fear, and I prayed that it would just end with the scolding, but it didn't.
"Course rep, get me her registration number. I'm going to teach her a lesson." The man said and left the class in anger.
I didn't know what to do. I ran after him, but he warned me not to get close. It was the worst experience I had ever had in a lifetime. In the heat of the moment, I deleted the songs on my phone, as well as the movies too.
But what I didn't realize was that I had totally erased my phone's memory until it was late.I made a mental note never to daydream again, and even if I did, I would never be caught daydreaming again.
