I sat waiting, three names, two already read. Just one chance left. Oh how I wished to be the third name. Just one chance left. The honor, the glory, the respect I deserved. Just one chance left. Waiting, hoping that my name was the third name. Just one chance left. So many of us, with just one chance left. The third name was called. It was mine. I got it. One of the three. The honor, the glory, the respect. I got it. For what I had waited for, hoped for, recieved. I got it. All this, in just a split second. Time slowing, the agony of waiting, but I got it.
