1) Millionaire, August 10th, 12:00 show. I walk in, with my nifty floor seat pass. I take the seat on the end, a good luck idiosyncracy of mine. Stage manager comes out, enthuses that don't yell out the answers, we actually do give out prizes, blablabla, come on, I'm finally eligible, get the host out...And then the host comes out. Yay! Fastest finger, I'm like number eight, not being able to whip out my knowledge fo chronological arthur Miller plays, I'm third, to an ineligible guy, and an eight-year-old, who, according to the rules, can bring someone down to help her. She passes over her mother for her sister, who is three years her senior. They make 1,000, still two lifelines, I sit, impatient, because this is a good game to play along with. Odds are they won't get too far, and then they pick another guy to play...
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CLOSE: Hot Seat, eight year old girl, accompanied by eleven year old standing next to her.
2,000 point question comes, leaves after being answered with help from 50:50. Another lifeline gone, looking good...4,000 comes, leaves with the last lifeline. Now, 8,000 question shows up, I know the answer and hastily push the button on my keypad. Okay, looking good, they're both looking confused, I bet she wishes she had picked her mother...and, it's not A, it's C, let's find somebody new. Cut to top ten, I'm not up there, 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2, now this means I made it or didn't, and I did, shock upon shock. I go in, win me 1,000 points, with all three lifelines. 2,000, I have no idea, I ask the audience. They have no idea, spread out with a 9% majority. Then, hating to do this, I take a 50:50, and pick the wrong one. That's even worse than getting it wrong with all four choices. And that is how I got my ass kicked by an eight-year-old.