The Fabulous Reporter

                           The Fabulous Reporter

 My palms were shaking. Sweat rolled down from my forehead. I had butterflies in my stomach. My legs felt like green Jell-O. There I was, standing in the Your News office waiting for Mr. Gilli to call me. I prepared for this day since months and finally, I’m here, sitting and watching the show they put on. What if I don’t make it through the interview? What if he already got-

        “You’re Anam Aziz, right? Mr. Gilli is waiting for you.” Remarked a man, breaking my thoughts. I got up and entered the office.  “Takea seat, Takea seat, Ah!” I pulled the orange chair out and sat down. Mr. Gilli had a gleaming bald head, was short, and was wearing a loud neon red shirt that was to short for him with a matching jacket and checkered pants. He had a toothpick in his mouth that made him have a weird accent. “Ya’ wan’ a cup of coffee,” Before I could say yes, he asked for two cups of coffee, pecan and caramel flavored.

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        After the interview, I could feel a wide smile going ear-to-ear on my face. I got the position to be a reporter! The boss said that he never saw such high proficiency from anybody he had interviewed with. I couldn’t wait to get started. That night I was so anxious that I could not sleep. The next morning, I woke up at 3:00 a.m. I got dressed in my best professional dress, which was the color of khaki, and drove my advanced eggplant Mustang to the main office. I was busy remembering my script when CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! It was Boss. “Oka’ people, we’ll be on in fifte’n minutes!” he exclaimed.

        I finally memorized the script and got my microphone ready when we were finally ON!! As time passed, I got better and better. I was confident and happy. After the show Mr. Gilli said to me “Ya’ were great. Ya’ ma’e us all hap’y and now we’ll discuss yar’e salary.” Now I felt a great feeling, which is called jubilance and confidence. It’s all worth the work and dreams.