I couldn’t concentrate on my calls today; all I could think about was tonight’s audition. One customer became extremely upset with me after asking for a quote to insure his toy poodle. I told him we only covered real animals but he simply wouldn’t accept it. He asked to speak to a manager but George wasn’t around – he’d taken Lucy into the meeting room because she still looked upset. Jess said she would pretend to be a manager and took the call from me, but she accidentally pressed the Release button and said “Oops! Cut the bugger off.” We both put our turrets into ‘aftercall’ so if he phoned straight back, someone else would get him.
I ran through the lyrics in my head, humming the tunes quietly to myself. I’d practised Summer Nights as much as I could last night in my room and my throat felt a bit raw from repeated “Na-hites!” It was a very difficult note to hit. Even Myra had struggled; I recalled my goldfish vibrating each time she’d attempted it. When I’d gone downstairs to get a glass of water, My Ryder from next door was sitting in the kitchen. Mum said he’d come round to say how much he was enjoying my singing, which was very nice of him. He suggested it would be good for my lung capacity if I sang as loudly as I could non-stop for twenty minutes so I went back to my room and did just that. I think they must have really loved it because I’m sure I heard them joining in after the "well-a well-as" with a loud "huh!".
Lucy returned from her meeting with George and I gave her a big supportive smile. She was clearly very touched as her face crumpled and she fled toward the toilets in tears. It was typical of her kind nature not to mention my text message; she must know I’d feel embarrassed by the kiss. George came over and placed an envelope on my desk. “There’s your invite, Foggy.” How exciting! I said “Oh great! Are you having a birthday party?” He looked at me very strangely and said “No. You’re having a disciplinary hearing.” I opened the letter and saw the hearing was in one week’s time. My head felt all swimmy and my mouth went dry. I couldn’t worry about this now; I had to concentrate on tonight. I’d worry about it tomorrow.
I ran through the lyrics in my head, humming the tunes quietly to myself. I’d practised Summer Nights as much as I could last night in my room and my throat felt a bit raw from repeated “Na-hites!” It was a very difficult note to hit. Even Myra had struggled; I recalled my goldfish vibrating each time she’d attempted it. When I’d gone downstairs to get a glass of water, My Ryder from next door was sitting in the kitchen. Mum said he’d come round to say how much he was enjoying my singing, which was very nice of him. He suggested it would be good for my lung capacity if I sang as loudly as I could non-stop for twenty minutes so I went back to my room and did just that. I think they must have really loved it because I’m sure I heard them joining in after the "well-a well-as" with a loud "huh!".
Lucy returned from her meeting with George and I gave her a big supportive smile. She was clearly very touched as her face crumpled and she fled toward the toilets in tears. It was typical of her kind nature not to mention my text message; she must know I’d feel embarrassed by the kiss. George came over and placed an envelope on my desk. “There’s your invite, Foggy.” How exciting! I said “Oh great! Are you having a birthday party?” He looked at me very strangely and said “No. You’re having a disciplinary hearing.” I opened the letter and saw the hearing was in one week’s time. My head felt all swimmy and my mouth went dry. I couldn’t worry about this now; I had to concentrate on tonight. I’d worry about it tomorrow.
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