Perfect Job

Perfect Job
Perfect Job
I’m sitting alone, in room full of familiar faces, some young and some old. Everyone is quite; you can see them tremble in nervousness as time gets closer. My palms are beginning to sweat, I try to wipe them clean but it’s just like I coated my hands in motor oil. Sitting in this uncomfortable room, the door burst’s open and catches everyone’s attention, just like a swat team set off plastic explosives, the man who entered the room had the domineer of a drill sergeant. I see everyone stand up immediately and I do the same. As he gazes across the room, locking eyes with each one of us, he gave a reassuring nod that everything is going to be ok. When he got to me, he stopped; his eyes seem to have a reddish glow to them like a demon who was enraged. He begun to walk towards me, as he was doing so each footstep sounded like an earthquake. He immediately grabbed me by the collar and while pushing me around he says, “Smith, If I see one mess up tonight it’s your ass!”, “Yes, Sir” I tried to say, but he cut me off so fast and shouted, “ Shut up and get out there!”. He released his gorilla grip on my collar, and I ran as fast as I could out the door. Running through a dark corridor, which looked like a sewer, there was a bright light at the end. Getting closer to the light you can hear a loud roar, from a distance it sounded like the ocean smashing on the rocks, and it keep getting clearer the closer I got. Feeling a small tug on the back of my shirt, I turn with quick haste, a guy hands me my helmet. “Thanks!” I said, “No problem, just doing my job, sir.” He muttered with nervousness. Waiting at the end of the tunnel, I can see the crowd, they looked like the bright blue sky in July, wearing blue jerseys, t-shirt’s and face paint’s. I’m starting to get rid of the nerves and I hear a loud thundering voice say, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m proud to present to you. Your, Detroit Lions!” followed by upbeat music that you’d hear at a dance club,...