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"Remember when we held on in the rain, the nights we almost lost it, once again, we can take the night into tomorrow, living on feeling, help me bring the feeling back again...."
"....And that ball is heading straight for the wall! It’s back! It’s back! That ball is outta here!" the announcer screamed, as the crowd stood up and cheered rowdily. "Ho-ly crap, that hit had some heat on it, folks! Number 33, Jose Canseco...his fifth homer of the season!"
The announcers in the box cheered, as the scoreboard changed to 4-1, in favor of the Devil Rays. "Folks," he said again, "this is a season you WON’T wanna miss! The Devil Rays are going all the way in 2004!"
The crew switched it to a commercial, and he pushed his microphone away. "They are on fire!" Jim, one of the announcers in the crew, said enthusiastically, "at this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if we see another pennant this year!"
The group nodded, as Nick Carter gazed out onto the field below them. "I’d have to agree with you there, Jimbo," he replied, as he watched the guys in the dugout congratulate each other happily.
"Hey guys!" Randy called out from his booth, "You’re back on in five, four three two....."
"Hello everyone and welcome back to this beautiful Sunday afternoon here at Tropicana Field in beautiful Tampa Bay...I’m Nick, and right now, the Devil Rays are up by three at the top of the seventh; Devil Rays 4, Mariners 1......"
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"Brian? Brian! Are you down there?" Leighanne screamed from the top of the stairs, "Brian! I’m talking to you!"
Brian groaned and tried to make himself invisible. It didn’t work, however, because Leighanne kept calling his name. "Yes, I’m down here, and I’m TRYING to get some work done!" he finally answered, glad she couldn’t see him roll his eyes.
"Bri, you promised we’d go out later tonight," she whined from her place at the top of the basement stairs, "are you trying to tell me we aren’t going anywhere?"
Brian heaved a heavy sigh. "Yes, darling, we’re going out," he answered, trying not to let the annoyance show in his voice, "I just need to get this done, all right? I have a meeting tomorrow, and if I show up unprepared, it looks terrible on my part."
"Fine," she grumbled, leaving Brian in the privacy of his basement. He turned back to his music sheet, but he had lost all train of thought. "Shit," he mumbled, tapping his pencil on the paper, trying to remember where he had left off, but it was no use.
His attention turned to his surroundings. Lately, his basement was the only place he could get away from the real world. Sure, the house he shared with Leighanne was huge, but it seemed like there still wasn’t enough space.
"I got it!" he cried out, scribbling down a lyric on the music sheet. "We used to share a love so pure and true, but now all I have is a moment in time..."
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"Mr. Dorough, Bob called about an hour ago....he told me to tell you that the new fall line is in, and he wants you to come see it."
"Oh, Mr. Dorough, Jeff stopped by a little while ago....he left a message saying he finally may have found a new accountant."
"Mr. Dorough, one of your models is on the phone.....she says she needs to take a rain check for next week’s show....she came down with Mono."
Howie’s eyes widened, as three of his secretaries came at him at once with this information. "Okay, okay," he answered, flustered, "tell Bob and Jeff I’ll talk to them later, and tell the model that she has to find a replacement...got it?"
The three women nodded. "Good," replied Howie, shooing them out of his office. He sank back into his chair and sighed, rubbing his temples to try to relieve the pounding headache he was developing. For the past week it had been like this: go, go, go. He barely had time enough to stop and breathe.
He picked up the phone and dialed Jeff’s number. "Jeff?" he said, when he heard a voice on the other end, "what’s this I hear about a new accountant?........"
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".....Welcome aboard Delta Airlines, flight 314 nonstop to Orlando, Florida. Flying time is scheduled to be approximately two hours and 35 minutes, and once we have reached a comfortable cruising altitude, we will serve a beverage and meal of your choice...."
Kevin leaned back in his seat, trying to stretch his legs. The woman beside him glared at him suspiciously, but he ignored her eyes boring into the side of his head. He reached into his carry on bag and pulled out his laptop computer, noticing already that he had new email. He opened it up, and discovered that it was from Kristen, wishing him a great trip. He smiled to himself, as he shut his computer.
He glanced furtively at the woman beside him, who was still giving him looks. "Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked, "you look kinda familiar....."
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"AJ, that’s it! That’s the final straw! I’ve put up with you this long, but that’s it....no more! I’m leaving!" Jessica screamed, as she picked up her suitcase and stormed out the front door. AJ shrugged to himself and downed his last shot of tequila. "She was a bitch anyway," he snorted to himself, admiring his new tatoo on his left arm.
He laughed, and stood up. His two dogs, Panda and Bear, yapped at his feet, but he just ignored them. He glanced at the clock and realized he was already late for the date he was supposed to have with Amanda. Ever since they finalized their break up a couple years ago, things had been on and off with her. AJ could always count on her for his sexual relief.
Despite the fact that he had had a little bit too much to drink, AJ got in his new car and started the engine. He laughed again, as he repeated, "She was a bitch anyway..........."
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