Just Another Night At Work
Just Another Night At Work
©1999-2000
By Sarah
Short Story
I hurried down the hallway, praying I wouldn’t be late. I passed
Judy, who asked if I had everything. I said yes and hurried on.
I was then met by Angie, who checked me over and said that my outfit looked
great. I thanked her and practically ran down the remainder of the
hallway. I saw my little Chihuahua sitting on my chair, sleeping.
I gave him a quick pat on the head and hurried to my station. The
countdown began and I closed my eyes, praying that everything would go
ok that night. I checked the little pack attached to my waist one
more time as the countdown reached zero and I took a deep breath.
I was tugged up into the air by my harness strings and carried over the
aisle. As I finally touched the ground, the harness strings were
removed and I marched around the pentagon. I felt the beat come through
the speakers and broke out of my frozen state. I ran around the stage
and danced and sang my part, having fun with my friends. I was thankful
for where I was, and hearing the people around me gave me a thrill.
For me, it was just another night at work as Brian Littrell, the Backstreet
Boy.
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