I can't believe I'm doing this, all because I lost against that stupid witch in rock paper scissors, what does she expect me to do, juggle elephants? I can just picture that horrible girl clutching her sides laughing her guts out while I stand on the stage making a fool of myself. It's just 5 minutes and I still haven't chosen an act, geez what a metaphor for life Ellie it's like you're trying to say I waited too long to take my role on the stage and got stuck with babysitting not one but two rich kid brats. Let's see my talents include: realism, good looks and a wicked sense of humor, just kidding I'm doomed, aren't I?
Sorry Mister Jean? Yeah, you've got 40 minutes feel free to relax in the meantime. - the clerk seemed a bit mopey eyed but the news was a godsend.
Now then, let's see mom you said little Jeanie couldn't make it in showbiz, hollywood here I come.
After trying out singing, dancing, stand up, yodeling, magic tricks, ted talk, interpretive dance, playing the guitar with some combination here and there I got back to exactly where I started, damn it damn it. A brief look at the clock revealed I've got 5 minutes left once again. What do I do, what do I do? I know I'll shout it, I'll shout it.
"Jeanie is a big boy no ghost or monster can get him because they don't exist and what doesn't exist can't turn you"
The brief relief was blown away as soon as the wall behind me fell down and revealed the audience to me, a huge screen on the stage and 3 other screens on every wall. Ellie stood next to my makeshift prep room dressed in a smart uniform.
Eh?
I crouched down and refused to acknowledge the hellscape before me.
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