Des pair keys left in the ignition didn�t help her disposition. She was standing outside in the pouring rain in a tank top and shorts. Her perm ran down the drain. Her true love broke her heart. Her father was now dearly departed. Timex mocked her attempt at actually being on time for this spectacular job interview. She sank to the black pavement and brought her knees to her chest. Banging her head against the old door, she remembered how to hot wire the jalopy.
All those days you spent sitting under the kitchen table dreaming have paid off. Now you stand before these crowded streets, ready to give your all. You take one deep breath and exhale slowly. Stepping onto the stage you pray the audience won't crush you with their eyes alone. A shaky sweaty hand reaches for the mic and chokes it. Your eyes shift like pendulums. Tick tock tick tock. You try to remember that old trick about seeing the audience naked. You can't remember. Even if you could I wouldn't work. Now, you're losing your grip the sweat from your hands turns the mic into ice and your hands a novice skater. You let out a deep sigh. It's now or never. You open your mouth and no sound comes out. You stare out into the crowd first in disbelief then in embarassment as they start laughing at you not just giggles and chuckles but gut busting hearty laughter. Your bottom lips starts to quiver and eyes water. You cover your mouth and run off stage to throw up.