A Dream Come True

A Dream Come True

It was a sleepy Saturday morning, I woke up from a good night's sleep. As I turned my eyes towards the antique clock, I realized, it had already struck nine! I quickly changed into my trousers and ran a marathon just to reach the studios. (I guess it's not a sleepy Saturday morning anymore) 

Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead, as I took the first step in the studios. The constant flashing of cameras made me feel as if all this was just a dream. I freaked out when the front gate creaked open, there he stood with a dashing demeanor and a dazzling hairstyle…

Mr. STEVE SMITH!!!

I learned never to underestimate the Dream 11 contests, you never know where it might take you! Coming back, I couldn't believe I was going to be cooped up with him for 3600 seconds, I had goosebumps all over me. When we settled down, I was too lost for words. Thus, he initiated a conversation with me, it felt as if heaven's doors were open. After a memorable one hour, our everlasting talks about his wins and upcoming matches had come to an end.

It was finally time to bid farewell to my idol when I just left the studios, I realized that in the hurry to reach the studios on time, I completely forgot to inform Mom to pick me up at 10 am!

I had no other alternative, so, before Smith could puck himself up in his magnificent chauffeur-driven Bugatti, I politely asked him whether I could make a quick call to my mother to pick me up.

Instead, Sir Richards kindly offered me a ride home sitting right next to him together in the backseat. When we reached home, my mom dropped her watercan in awe.

I'd like to sum up by saying, that thanks to Mr. Richards' generosity, I could reach back home safely!