Like many people out there, I have found myself addicted to something...I am addicted to...Pretty Little Liars. I know, I know, what guy likes a show named "Pretty Little Liars"? I might as well just go watch "Days of Our Lives," listen to One Direction, watch The Vow, and get a manicure.
I have to confess that at first I was hesitant to watch the show. However, after seeing some of the many eerie ending scenes, crazy fist fights, pretty girls, wild plot twists, deaths, secrets, crazy theories, and biggest of all, Halloween episodes, it became evident to me that this show was not a girl's show, but was a show for both genders, if you could forget the most female title.
Similarly, I turned addicted to this show one day over winter break when I had a Netflix marathon. (Netflix=My life)
Now, before I start my story, I have to tell you a quick summary about the show. The show starts off at a sleepover where the most popular girl in the small town of Rosewood goes missing, leaving behind her four best friends. From there, a year passes, and the four high school junior girls reconnect after receiving anonymous texts signed by someone named -A. This person knows secrets that only their deceased friend knew. Now, the four pretty little liars have to find out who the violent stalker, -A is. But -A isn't playing a gAme, and he/she is willing to do anything to stay anonymous.
Being sort of a mixture between I Know What You Did Last Summer and "Gossip Girl", it has allusions to several Alfred Hitchcock movies.
Going back to the real world, one day, I came across an app on the app store called Burner. It allows anyone with an iPhone to make a fake phone number, send the text, and click a burn button, erasing it from service, sort of like -A would do. Buying the app, I decided to prank one of my closest friends, Matthew, one of my fellow Disney Pro friends.
One late night, Matthew went "soarin' over Las Vegas" (pun intended) from his hometown, Las Vegas, to the Happiest Place on Earth...Knott's Berry Farm. Just joking, I mean Disneyland. Tagging along with him and his father, the three of us went on several rides, and as the night dragged on, I was dying to test out the texting app.
Towards eleven o'clock, Matt and I headed towards Autopia by ourselves. I can still remember the smell of the strange fumes emitting themselves from the tiny cars, as I can remember the lady in front of us changing her baby's diaper on a bench so we could all see it's business.
Entering the short line, I embrAced my inner -A and whipped out my phone, sending Matthew a text message saying, "Watching you and Costa. -A."
Of course, Matthew checked his phone and got a little nervous, believing it to have been sent by a creepy girl from my school who I had told him about thAt night.
As we climbed into the car, we drove off, and once again, I sent him a spine-tingling text telling him not to crash the car and die.
This caused Matt to get scared. Now thinking back though, I feel like he secretly enjoyed the texts, liked the mystery. Loving adventure movies, he found himself in one! He was the hero, and it was his job to stop the villAin.... me.
The second that car ride ended, we (he) bolted, heading towards Main Street U.S.A. where his dad waited for us with ice cream.
Just then, I sent another message telling him to go to the Main Street Cinemas if he wanted to know who was behind the freaky texts (Insert devilish face)
Sprinting over to the brightly lit and heavily packed street, we both stopped in front of the small cinema, looking at the small short film posters that were being played.
He bravely walked past the stand where a fake lady sold tickets behind a booth, and disappeared behind red curtains.
As he disappeared from view, I put on my jacket. I know what you are asking though, why would I need a jacket in SO-Cal, it's supposed to be paradise?
Well, the weather in Orange County is pretty bi-polar. It could be overcast in the morning, hot in the afternoon, and then cold at night, so I always tried to carry a jacket or sweater with me.
Tonight, I wore a dark black hoodie, one that -A from Pretty Little Liars would wear. Putting the hood over my face to conceal my identity, I entered the theatre slyly, peering behind the red curtains to see where Matt was when he appeared closer to me than I expected.
Spinning around faster than the Disney teacup ride, I went all Mad-Greek as I made a mad-dash out of the cinema, stumbling into the fake ticket booth before I hopped over the long rope dividers, stumbling onnto the streets of Main Street, almost smashing into five people, one of those people being Matthew's dad!
"I GOT YOU!" Matthew exclAimed, sprinting out of the theater to see me trying to regain my balance, my hoodie down.
I forgot his exact words, but I do remember him saying how he "knew" I was -A... (Sure...)
From there, I left the park with Matt and his dad, Scott. During this time, I was doing all I could to conceal my laughter, and so was Scott. Matthew, on the other hand, was telling me how he would get revenge on me if it was the last thing he did. (One year later...I'm still waiting for my -A text from him).
From there we left the Happiest Place on Earth. The car ride back is a blur, for some reason I can never remember any car rides back from Disney! But, I do remember getting home, sitting on my bed, and letting it go, laughing hysterically, because -A was finally revealed! Revealed to be me!
Therefore, I want you to get a valuable life lesson out of this "experiment". You need to remember that if you ever plan on going all -A on someone, then to make sure that you have an escape route so you don't end up like me, nearly facedown on the Happiest Place on Earth. (Joking, please don't try this at home or you will probably get arrested)
With that life changing life lesson out of the way, it's time to say, that this is a day in the life of a Disney Pro.
-CostA
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