Picking up from yesterday –
So, I run over to the car.
Then I don’t know if I’m supposed to get in the car or not. “The person who won the car earlier in the show got in her car… Am I now supposed to sit in my car or has that been played out?
What do I do? What do I do? I hugged the model for too long, didn’t I? Are we already in a commercial break? Well, this show isn’t live, so I doubt the timing has to be exactly right…”
Manuela hands me the license plate holder that says I won the car. There are these people behind the camera making huge gestures, telling me to be super excited. I thought I was showing off the license plate giving a really excited look, but the person then makes bigger gestures to be excited.
Oh. Am I doing that weird fish thing, where I just open my mouth to show excitement, but nothing happens to my eyes?… I’m pretty sure it’s because I am seriously in complete shock. My world is utterly discombobulated in this moment. It’s all just this crazy blur where I’m standing still and everything around me seemed to be swirling.
And I’m pretty sure I actually was standing still. I think I was supposed to be jumping and stuff. I don’t know why I just stood there. It’s television. You’re not posing for a still photograph, Aurora.
I was pretty much too shocked to move. I was just shocked. I know I’ve now said that word about a million times. (Vocabulary’s not great in these posts, huh?) But I just – I’ve got nothing. Really, it was pretty much paralyzing.
During the commercial break, staff members led me off the stage and showed me where to sit in the audience while I waited for my chance at the wheel.
Everyone around me in the section was congratulating me. I was still pretty much in shock and disbelief. Then, Drew came over to talk to me!
He leaned down and was all, “So, you don’t have a car, and you live in L.A.?” And I was all, “Yeah. I didn’t have a car!” Then he told us about how he used to take the bus in Cleveland – but the bus was actually reliable up there. Then, we joked about the horribleness of L.A.’s bus system (which actually isn’t necessarily quite as awful as I/other people always make it out to be. But it’s often times pretty awful).
Drew joked about how now if I’m ever late to anything, instead of saying it was because of the bus, I’d be saying it was because of the 405.
So, we had a great little magical conversation. The next game was played, and before you knew it, it was time to spin the wheel. And that’s where I’ll pick up tomorrow.