And for a little intermission from all of the stress of the trials.
Everyone's on edge at the moment. So many thoughts run through their heads.
I don't think I did too well on that interview.
Will lose my job?
I hope I get a good review.
No one says a single word. They don't even make eye contact.
Why did I say that?
She didn't look pleased.
I feel sorry for the next bunch that have to go in.
This looks bad. Really bad.
Maybe I should switch careers.
Will Beach Radio Magazine still be around after this?
What's going to happen to us?
Nobody wanted this. It's too quiet around them. Something has to give.
That lady... She's not human!
She has to be Satan in human form!
She's going to ruin us all!
Everyone just stays in place, waiting for what feels like the evitable. Painful, that it is. But, what else can they do? The only the people can do is wait until this evaluation is over. That means even if they have to endure it for the right of this endless morning.
Speaking of which, it's time for the next interview.
Here Come the Drums, Here Comes the Drums