The door opened suddenly, hitting Ms. Thing in the face. She was told to stand in that spot and to wait for her turn. That door was supposed to be locked. All contestants where exiting and entering from the door on the other side, but you would have to tell that to Susan on another day. Today her face hurt and her nose began to bleed and she felt like--somebody needed to get her up off the floor, because it was going to mess up her outfit.
She hadn't completely realized that the blood stains had already done that nor that she had been unconscious for seven minutes, that two girls had auditioned and been rejected and that now the ambulance was on it's way for her. She also didn't know that the elephant that hit her, never stopped to see about her.
"Is it my turn yet?" Susan was never one for dramatics unless it was on the stage. In turn, she was trying to gather herself and get ready to go in to audition, but the world wouldn't steady itself. It kept knocking her over. She wanted to yell, "stop doing that already!" But all she could say was "whoa," and reach for something or somebody to hold her up . . .
(c) Jamillah Warner, www.gospelnerve.com, I got the nerve to say . . .
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