Pen to the Paper 3
I ran my hand through my disheveled hair, threw my button-up shirt over my pajama t-shirt, and put some jeans over my pajama pants. "This is disgusting," I said to myself. "I hate not showering. But it is my fault that I am running late… three days late."
I ran onto stage and looked into the empty auditorium. But wait, it was not actually empty!
"Ladies and gentlemen," I announced to the one man in the back corner of the room, "I would like to thank you for your patience. It is awesome that you stay--"
"I'm the janitor," the man called back to me.
I let out a sigh. "Pen to the Paper 3 is out now. Not that anyone cares at this point. Jeez! I had one job!"
"Can you move your feet?" a voice asked after I had been sitting on the stage for ten minutes.
I jumped out of my skin before realizing it was the janitor. "Oh, sorry," I replied. "Actually, just sweep me up with the rest of the trash."