A Disastrous First-Show

𝐀 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰

"Are you ready, Mister?" asked the stage crew.

"Of course!" he replied cheerfully, "I couldn't be more ready! My life...my aim, my plan, my—my dreams! They are all going to come true Ben!" he continued to yell gleefully.

"You are right sir. But this is your first time," Ben warned the man.

"Ben, may I tell you something?" asked the man.

"Why—why of course sir!" he replied curiously.

"Well, everything, every moment will always have it's the first time. Whether or not you realize it. Every single event will have a beginning to it. Consider being a host as one. My life is going to change Ben, I can already picture my future!" the man exclaimed which made Ben jump back a little.

"Y...yes, sir. I guess you are right," he replied, now trembling.

"You should agree with me," he told in an ominous voice as he turned to Ben's back. "Now, Ben, I don't have a clue for why you are wasting your time chatting with me! Go! Go...set everything up! Make sure the room is spotless!" he ordered.

"But sir I—" Ben wanted to finish his sentence, but the man interrupted.

"You see, just listen to me. I am the manager, the director, and the host of this show. I have so much money that I could even be the producer of this show! So, are you going to listen to me, or do you want to get fired on the first day of your working experience?" the man asked.

"No...sir," he replied. 

"I wanted to tell him that I am NOT the janitorial staff but the stage crew director. If he would just listen to me! Such a stubborn and terrible manager! I can't believe I have to work for him." Ben mumbled by himself after the man went to the main room.

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"Why Hello Mr. Gardener! How are you feeling today? Most likely anxious and excited at the same time!" the man asked the producer of the show.

"Oh, quite like that. Thank you for asking I—I quite appreciate it." Mr. Gardener replied as he put his hand on his bald head.

"Don't mind me asking, but, what is the time? The show is almost about to start!" the man wailed.

"Why the time is...7:30 pm. The show is about to start in another 30 minutes or so. Did you alert the stage crew to set everything up?" Mr. Gardener asked the man.

"Yes! I just crossed through Ben right now and told him to set everything, the lights, and make sure all the technical things are right on spot." the man replied, and Mr. Gardener nodded his head, looking pleased with the man.

"Very good, I shall see you in another 30 minutes then Lumiere." the man shook Lumiere's hand, and he went out of the main room.

"Ha! Soon, this show will all be mine. I will run it by myself and get all the fame I have ever wanted. As time passes, Who Said It? will be known for me, and only me!" Lumiere chuckled as he too, dashed out of the room to get everything set up.

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"Paul! Did you set up the buzzers? The screens? The lights? The flashes? Music check? Soundcheck? Screen check?" asked Lumiere, expecting everything to be ready.

"Umm....y-yes, sir. W-we are almost done with all the checks, just the buzzers. We need to decode them for a second, just a little technical issue, but we promise, sir, everything will be fine. The show will be good once the contestants and audience come." Paul replied nervously.

"What!? Your troop has still not gotten anything ready? Ay-ay-ay! We need to let the audience in by 8:10 pm, sharp! Oh my gosh! What were you all doing during work time? This show is going to premiere to the entire world in a matter of minutes and I hear that the main part of the show is not ready!" he blew up at them.

"Oh sorry, mister. It's just, we had to set up the songs, the dialogues, and everything else, that we moved the buzzer toward the end of our schedule." Paul replied.

"Whatever," Lumiere mumbled to himself, and then turned towards Paul and the crew, "I need you all to finish the buzzers in another five minutes, do you all understand?" he warned them, with his beady-looking eyes.

"Of-of course! We will definitely finish them." Paul reassured the man.

"Then what are you all waiting for? Stop looking at me and each other! Start doing the work!" he yelled, and with so much tension, the rest quickly continued working on it.

"Such bastards! I don't know what Gardener saw in these teenagers. They know nothing! Better for them to continue school and college. Such imbeciles." Lumiere mumbled to himself, and that's when he bumped into the cooperative manager.

"Everything going good, Lumiere?" she asked.

"I—yes! Yup, everything is moving smoothly. Just, when are the contestants going to arrive?" asked the man, now sweating.

"About that, I want to talk to you in private, Lumiere," she said and directed him to go to the board room.

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"They said they were going to arrive a bit late. Also, I just checked the weather on my iPad, and it isn't good. It is snowing out there. I don't think the contestants can make it in time. Neither can the audience. It is snowing at almost 1 foot! I don't know about this show. We can't keep the stage for too long, Mr. Lumiere. I am afraid that you and your crew must cancel the premiere. Today is just not your day. I am sorry. I will give you compensation. Whenever you are ready, please do call me and my clients and I can schedule an appointment for a show here. But other than that, there is nothing I can do about this. Sorry, but you all should pack up and go." she replied the terrible news, and Lumiere was stunned.

"This was supposed to be my first day! I cannot believe this became such a disastrous first-show!" Lumiere whined as he started walking away, from the room, nodding to the coordinate manager.

~The End~