Supernatural DesiresMature

I’m late. This is not good, not good at all. I get all kinds of dirty looks as I run though the halls on my way to the studio, but to be honest, I couldn‘t care less. I’m only a couple of minutes late, but a couple of minutes in this business is like an hour. Especially when it’s my end of year exam I’m late for. When I got to the doors of the studio I paused to sort out my hair. The least I could do was make myself presentable, it might help my case. It was a very small might, but it was a might none the less. Already regretting it I pushed open the door and walked straight into my doom.

“You’re late!”, the sound of the examiners voice sends shivers down my spine. They never sound too happy, but this one sounds utterly furious. It wasn’t looking too good for me. I already had my grovelling speech planned out in my head. Now would be the perfect time to start speaking.

“I know I’m so sorry. The bus was la-”

“Then you should have caught an earlier bus! In this business it’s first come first serve. You should know that by now!”, he cuts me off. Barely giving me a chance to explain, using the lies I created, why I was late.

“I know. And I’m sorry. Please just give me a chance. If I don’t do this exam I lose my place in this school”

“You should have thought of that before. There are many people who want this more then anything. You are clearly not one of them. Now leave. And I suggest you pack up your things”

"No please, just give me a chance”, but he was no longer listening. The anger started filling me up and the disappointment followed. The two feelings combined caused me to shake and all I wanted were the hands on the clock to go back a couple of minutes. The want to do the past few minutes over again was consuming me. The want to be on time was so strong that it was all I could focus on. The concentration on this one wish made my head hurt and my vision blurry. I felt like I was going to pass out.

The next thing I knew I was standing outside the doors of the studio again. The first thing I thought was I must have walked out in a daze without realising. But curiosity got the better of me, and even though it was impossible, I checked my watch to see the time. It read 9am, 5 minutes earlier then before. This meant I was on time. Most people in this situation would think that they’re watch had just stopped, but my watch had never broken before. I had complete trust in it. So for the second time today I walked through the studio doors. Hoping for the best.

“You’re just on time”

“Really?”, the examiner looked at me like I was crazy, “Uh…I mean…yeah here I am”

“Right, well you know how it works. There’s the stage. Do you best, Good luck”

“Uh, thanks”, I had no idea what had just happened. Or how. But I wasn’t complaining. I made my way up to the stage and began to perform.

The End

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