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It was the only thing they could hear. There they were trying to watch the goddamn game and the stupid referee was there barking out orders and fouls left, right and centre to the players. It was giving James and Josh a headache, all they wanted was to relax yet some idiot was yelling around with a megaphone.
They knew they had it. They couldn't escape it, the signs were all there. It was only a matter of time until the men in hazmats came around and did their job against them and their families. Only a matter of time. They had to escape.
She was mean, the meanest on the playground. Whatever you had, she always wanted to take and if you dared to say no, her and her terrified lackeys would take it from you. They didn't care.
He sat there impatiently, looking at his watch every ten seconds. Waiting, watching, expecting. Other prospects came and went from the office with different looks on their faces, some happy, some sad. This did not help, he just wanted to go in, get his result, and get out as soon as possible.
She walked down the high street wearing her maroon dress. To some men the colour made her look old, but to others it made her look regal and honoured. Either way, Melissa was getting attention from men left, right and centre and she knew it.
He carefully looked over the cast list, quite surprised at the reputation of the names he was seeing. He had never thought his play would garner such an impressive cast when he first wrote it ten years ago. The first cast member walked in, your typical high society, slightly snobbish actor who had apparently earned every ounce of his success, well, as far as his parent's wallets went.