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Nick , a children s show host , suffers a
Anonymous
Apr 18
Scenario:Nick, a children's show host, suffers a wardrobe malfunction during a charity basketball game that is broadcasted live, putting his career at risk and leaving him anxious about his meeting with the new CEO.
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“So, I was thinking,” Sarah says, glancing at me from the passenger seat of her Porsche, “after the new season starts, we can go with a beach theme for the set. You know, bright colors, sunshine.
It’ll really pop on camera.”
I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly, trying to focus on her words instead of my impending embarrassment.
“Sounds good,” I tell her.
Honestly, I don’t care if the set is decorated in neon green and pink flamingos as long as she gives me the all-clear for today’s event.
“You sure you’re not too busy to cover for me?”
“Of course not.” Sarah shakes her head and gives me a reassuring smile.
I’m the producer of your show.
It’s my job to make sure you don’t kill yourself at these things.”
“Thanks, Sarah.” I smile back, attempting to ignore the waves of panic threatening to overcome me.
It’s a charity basketball game with a few kids and a bunch of professional athletes.
Most people wouldn’t think twice about it, but I’m not most people.
“You’re going to do fine,” Sarah tells me, as if she can read my mind.
“The kids love you.”
I hope you’re right.” I glance out the window at the small community center.
Parents and kids are piling into the building, ready for a day of meeting their favorite athletes while raising money.
As a children’s show host, it only makes sense that I’m here to entertain the kids and make sure they have a good time.
But basketball has never been my thing, and it doesn’t help that my two best friends are professional athletes.
Sure, we all grew up playing together, but Alex and Lucas are on another level now.
And with Alex as the new CEO of this network, things are about to get even more intense.
All thoughts of my friends disappear when Sarah pulls into the parking lot behind the community center.
She puts the car in park then turns to face me.
“We’ll be fine,” she says.
“Just remember that Alex is just a person too.”
I snort at that one.
“Yeah, try telling him that.”
Sarah just shakes her head and gets out of the car, tossing her purse over her shoulder.
As soon as we’re out of the car, I’m bombarded by kids waving at me and shouting my name.
I wave back and start a chorus of “Nick!Nick!” right along with them, even though it makes me feel like an idiot.
But hey, anything for the kids, right?
“Is there something wrong with your shoes?”
Sarah asks when we’re inside and I’ve pulled off my jacket and tie.
I look down at my feet and smile, wiggling my toes in my high-tops.
I’ve only worn them a few times, but they’re my favorite shoes.
“Just breaking them in,” I tell her, even though I’ve never been very athletic and have no idea why I’d need to break in basketball shoes for a game where I’ll only be playing for ten minutes at most.
“Besides, this is what I’m known for, right?”
I gesture to the rest of my outfit and watch as a few parents take photos of me with their phones while their kids hide behind their legs, too nervous to approach me even though they watch my show every day.
“Green and blue are your colors?”
