I figured that because I
wasn’t a cheerleader, I didn’t have a chance, so I was like the shocked Oscar
nominee who doesn’t prepare an acceptance speech when I was elected homecoming
queen (no doubt riding the coattails of my hunky football-player boyfriend).
The crowd roared, the feedback screeched, the stadium lights bounced off my
tiara.
I feel you would be able to come up with the right words under any circumstances. (And the right amount of words, so that nobody has to start drawing a finger across their throat or start playing music to drown you out.)
ReplyDeleteI think Helen's right.
ReplyDeleteDid you marry the hunky football-player boyfriend?
ReplyDeleteI love this. That last line is fabulous.
ReplyDeleteHa! I love the whole idea of this!
ReplyDeleteWas it out of the blue or did you apply for the position?
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