“Jim! Jim! Wake Up! You’re on air live in five minutes!”

_What kind of crazy dream is this? _ I thought nearly aloud as I sat upright in a stiff suit on the edge of a cool, professional chair. It only took a second for me to recognize, through some mean trick, I no longer appeared to be Susan Estrada.

What’s worse than this discovery was probably the secondary discovery. Not only did I somehow change bodies, I became someone I must somehow know. The neame Jim rings a bell. The room is familiar. _Wait, isn’t that MY waterbottle? _ I must’ve left it on set the other day.

“Do you hear me Jim? I know everything’s been a bit crazy lately, but pull yourself together. This is maybe the most groundbreaking speech of your life! Your whole life’s work up to this one moment. ‘Professor Bonhart; The Grand Finalé: Life and It’s True Purpose’”

This time I noticed the middle-aged small, thin man by my side. His eyes wildly scanning my surroundings, mentally prepared to take down the threat he knew was coming for ‘My work’. _Poor Melvin, _I thought, _He can’t tell it’s too late, the works been stolen or swapped… _I don’t know how it happened or why for that matter, but the pieces began to fit together.

I’m in the greenroom. The very one I worked in not three days prior. Except now somehow I am the respected Professor Jim Bonhart. _God help me!!! _THE JIM BONHART. Some how switched bodies with small Susan Estrada, a seventeen-year-old from LA visiting over spring break and an amateure of a photographer who happened to snag a chance interview with Rebecca Soles, a professional photographer and journalist if ever there was one!