Day 263 – Severance – Short Story

“How excited are you kid?” He says, looking over at the young man, his face pale, his eyes wide, and his mind, well, his mind somewhere else, he looks over to the older man, and smiles nervously.

“Shitting myself if you want me to be honest,” he says, the older man laughs.

“It’s going to be like that for the first few times, but, you’ve got talent, and all you need to do is hold it together, out there, and slowly, you’ll becoming better, and the people, well, they’ll see it too, and, then, nothing can stop you from climbing the tree but yourself.”

He bites down onto his bottom lip nervelessly, as his eyes dart to the ground, then back up at him, he feels his fingernails dig into his calves, and clears his throat. “I-I-Is it really that easy?”

“Sure, why not,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders.

“Why do so many fail then? Why are there so many who wanna be great, but only a few who mange it, if it’s so easy?”

The older man laughs again, “I never said it was easy, I said it all relies on skill, determination, follow through, drive, all that shit, you’ve got to wanna be the man, to be the man, you can go out there then times a week, thinking you’re the man, not giving a shit about everything else, and just doing the best god damn thing you can do, and honestly, you won’t make it,” He says, as he gets to his feet and stretches his tired, old muscles. “But, if you go out there, and you work hard, you work with everyone else, you do what is asked, and you concentrate on getting better, getting confident, and, getting the other guys behind you, then, you’ll knock the roof off, trust me on that.”

“So, what? You’re saying be part of a team, be out there for everyone, and not just for myself?”

“Yeah kid, that’s sort of it,” He says with a smile as the door to the room opens and a sweaty man pokes his head in.

“You boys are up, the kid ready?” He asks the older man.

He looks over to the younger man, and then over to the man at the door and smiles, “Yeah, the kids ready to have his moment in the sun.”

“Well then, lets get ready to rumble folks,” the man at the door says, as he leads them out, towards the ring.

 

END

 

1 Comment

  1. It’s actually like that the first time.

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