Dear past me,
Hey, yeah you, the girl with all the eyeliner. Its me, Sarah, well OK, its you but ten years in the future and with this letter I bring good news and bad news. What do you want first? Well I guess you cant choose so I'll choose for you, I mean us, I mean...oh never mind. So guess what?! It worked! Your dreams to build a successful music record label worked. Yup, sure you may not be the biggest and best but your happy and well, rolling in it to be honest. Dont go under the impression that we got this easily. Oh dear no. We lost our job. Yup, oh wait you dont know about that job do you. Lemme explain: you went to New York like you hoped, you rented a scummy apartment in god knows where and you went and worked for EMI. Yeah, the record label. You were twenty, passionate and with a dream. They liked you, they saw something in us and they hired us. OK, so you didnt find the next best seller but discovered some seriously badass talent that went on to have so-so careers. One band even made it onto the front of Rolling Stone (oh yeah Rolling Stones here in the future). Things were going swell for you, sure you still lived in that dismal apartment but you loved your job. That was until jobs started getting slashed. Yours went, unfortunetly. And although they were sorry to see you go you went. We were twenty three by this point, just so you have heads up when your life starts to crash. You flew back to London and then moped around for a year and then light bulb!
Yup. Your own company. It took years mind you, until you were twenty six did it actually get anywhere. You forgot New York and settled for the London vibe, figuring out that there werent many big named music labels in the UK. You've actually started quite a trend. Here was when you met that hot guy, you know, Rob Pattinson. He's still acting, still hot despite being thirty three and you met him - he finally decided to do an album - took him ten years to make the descicion. So yeah your on speaking terms with that old heartthrob, some other younger kid has taken over the scene now, I forget his name but *fans herself* that boy is hot. The album sold and you made your first million. Now, well... people say your career driven but you defend yourself with the expression "i just like my job. its my dream".
You havent met anyone yet, I mean guy wise long-potential-type thing. And no you didnt shag Mr Pattinson he's happily married with a kid on its way. Buts its not all bad. You have a fancy London town house, not to mention an apartment in America. You lost that weight that you wanted and actually grew a few inches! You now stand at 5"7! Two whole inches!!
By the way this letter wasn’t to tell you about all the cool stuff you have in the future, like a voice-controlled shower or a robot that makes sandwiches or a flying car. The future is pretty much like the present but with an even rowdier generation of teenagers. So stop moping and asking yourself where your life is going to go. You'll do it, we did it.
So thats it dude, future you is happy you. So keep what your doing. Stay cool, not to mention in college. Dont drop out for the love of god, else everything you have just read washes away. Stay.In.School.Sarah. So yeah, keep rocking.
From,
You.
ps. When the guy at the dingy bar in NY asks you if care for a drink, for gods sake say no. That was not a happy experience, so unless you want to lost "it" to some scumbug, who admittedly was rather dishy, say no! Such a scumbug that guy was...
