That hand is still waiting. It could wait all day, hanging out like that. Most of Cecil's words seem to fly in one ear and out the other...Kevin swings a little from side to side, building momentum.
"Why, what a coincidence! I'm a radio host, too!"
Swing. Swing. Like a bladed pendulum, cape hanging and rippling.
He blinks, a touch puzzled, but no less chipper.
"Well, gosh! I'm sorry to hear if my performance hasn't wowed you yet - but I promise you, the next arena I will give one hundred and eighty percent instead of one hundred and fifty! First time on the new job...you know how it is."
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"Why, what a coincidence! I'm a radio host, too!"
Swing. Swing. Like a bladed pendulum, cape hanging and rippling.
He blinks, a touch puzzled, but no less chipper.
"Well, gosh! I'm sorry to hear if my performance hasn't wowed you yet - but I promise you, the next arena I will give one hundred and eighty percent instead of one hundred and fifty! First time on the new job...you know how it is."