Savannah:

"...uh… Ah…?" I mumble. My head is fuzzy, and my vision is blurry.

I slowly open my eyes, and just see blank whiteness.

Unsure of where I am, I slowly open my mouth and speak with slurred speech: "Is this… Is this heaven? Am I dead?"

As my vision adjusts, I slowly start to see two distinct figures standing over me.

"Are you… Are you God? God and Jesus?"

Oh man. I'm dead… How could this have happened? I didn't even get to say goodbye to my friends!

"Yes," One of the figures says in a rich British accent. "I am God, and this person right next to me is Jesus."

"Oh man…" I feel moved to the point of tears. "Hi God… And Jesus. It's such an honor… I didn't know you two were actually British!"

"Phil! You're terrible! Stop trying to mislead her!" Jesus suddenly speaks up and scolds God.

"J-Jesus?" I worriedly speak out.

"Okay… Haha," God chuckles mischievously. "I'm not actually God, and this guy here is not actually Jesus. You're not actually dead… Sorry for tricking you."

"Wha…? Not… not God and Jesus?" I dazedly try to sit up, but swirls form in my vision and I fall back down again.

"Be careful!" The man who I thought was Jesus warns, and extends a hand to help me lie down.

I glance toward the man who I thought was God, and then my body jolts as I see something… It's a syringe! It's a huge syringe! What is he doing carrying that?! Could it be… I'm not dead… But they're conducting underground biological tests on me?

"NOOO! NOOO! PLEASE!" I scream.

"Huh…!?" The man who I thought was Jesus is taken aback. "What's wrong?"

"I… I don't want to be experimented on! Please! I'll do anything! Just don't stick that syringe in me!"

"Oh-" The man who I thought was Jesus turns toward his partner and quickly orders: "Put the syringe away! You're scaring her!"

The other man looks at not-Jesus's serious face and quickly puts away the syringe. He then turns toward me and apologies: "Sorry for scaring you. We're not going to use that."

"Oh. Okay… Phew." I calm down quite a bit.

However, I suddenly realize… What if they've already experimented on me? How do I trust them?! Maybe that's why he was holding the syringe! He had just used it! They lied to me!

"St-stop lying! You've already done the experiments, haven't you! You sick fucks!"

The two men look at each other, and then back at me. "Savannah… We haven't done anything to you."

"How… How do I know that?! I don't want to be a mutant!" I sob.

Suddenly, a thought occurs to me. "Wait… Don't tell me… I'm… I'm not just a head, am I? Did you cut off the rest of my body?!" As soon as I say that, I start sobbing uncontrollably.

"Nothing happened to you!" The two men appear to getting a bit exasperated. "No, you are not just a head. You still have your full body."

"Oh… That's a relief…" I take a deep breath and stop crying. Then, I slowly sit back up.

One of the men, the one with brown hair and skinny jeans, extends a hand to me. "Alright, now that you're all calmed down, let me introduce myself. I'm Dan, and this guy here is Phil. Nice to meet you."

"Nice… Nice to meet you. My name is Savannah." I shake both of their hands, and suddenly realize it was incredibly stupid to think that I was only a head, and my face goes red.

"Uh… S-sorry about all that."

"It's no problem," Dan smiles at me.

Wait a second… brown hair and skinny jeans? Dan is that guy that I met in the hallway! My eyes widen.

"You're the guy who… earlier…" I start.

"Yep, that's me…" Dan laughs. "Are you injured? Do you need any help?"

"Ah… No." I stammer. But suddenly, I realize that I still haven't retrieved a microphone for Craig…

"Oh my gosh…" I put my head in my hands.

"What is it?" Dan asks.

"I… I actually work for the stage crew… and this is my first day… and uh…" I glance into Dan's eyes, then hurriedly look back down at my feet. "They told me to get a microphone… I followed some arrows down the hallway… and got lost..."

"Oh…" Dan and Phil stare at me, as if they were staring at a small child. "Well..."

"Wait, which arrows are you talking about?" Dan furrows his brows. He seems confused.

I gesture with my hands: "There are papers pasted on all the walls with big arrows on them. I thought they led to the storage closet…"

Dan and Phil think for a moment, glance at each other, then burst out laughing. Dan ridicules me: "Those are posters advertising a local restaurant! The 'arrow' is their logo…"

"Wha… What?!" I exclaim. "S-seriously?" I can't help but smash my head into my hand.

We all exchange a moment of laughter.

However, just at that moment, someone bursts into the practice room and interrupts us.

Surprised, I look up to see who it is, and gasp as I see a familiar figure.

Oh my gosh… It's my boss, Craig!

Why is he here? I catch his eye, and then immediately look down at the floor.

"Has anyone seen…" As he speaks, he catches sight of me, and then his eyes slant angrily. "Savannah… so you were here all along! I tell you to do one simple task, and you decide to slack off here…"

He taps at his watch. "It's been half an hour. Microphones are placed placed in the storage closet at the side of the stage, and you couldn't even do that without wasting time and socializing with others... If you can't even take this job seriously, I can't pay to have you here! You're fired! Don't bother coming to work here anymore."

With that, he turns around and slams the door.

There's a moment of silence.

Dan reacts immediately, grabbing a tissue from the first aid kit and holding it against my face. It manages to catch part of the torrent of tears that immediately start streaming down.

"..." My mouth opens and closes, as tears torrent down my face. "Why…"

"Shh, shh. It's okay Savannah. Don't cry…" Dan attempts to comfort me. He uses his other hand to pat my head, and then embraces me. Phil just stands awkwardly in the background.

Somehow, Dan's embrace manages to calm me down somewhat. However, it still takes Dan a few minutes of soothing me with his calming British voice for me to stop crying. By the end, my eyes have swollen from crying so much.

"Savannah… Look…" Dan glances at Phil, and then turns towards me. He uses a hand to turn my downtrodden fact toward him. "Phil and I… Uh… We're actually running a tour around the country of our show…"

Phil gives Dan an inquisitive look. Dan ignores it and continues: "...and we actually have openings as tour managers. We can employ you as one of our tour managers, since you now don't have a job…"

My eyes stare at Dan in shock. Did he.. did he really just offer me a job? And not a crappy job? I nearly jump out of my seat.

"I… I… I would love to! I-I'm good at organization and planning things!" I almost yell out.

Dan smiles, and makes eye contact with Phil for a second before turning back to me. "Great, looks like it's settled! Do you have a phone number? I can send you all the details and stuff."

"R-really?" I stammer stupidly. "No… No interview process or anything? If it helps… I actually have a degree in rocket science…"

"Nope, it's settled now then," Dan smiles. "So don't be sad anymore."

"Th-thank you! You're… you're my savior!" I throw myself into Dan's arms, and before I know it, I'm sobbing uncontrollably once again. But this time, it's tears of happiness.

Dan is taken aback, but then gains his bearings. I hear him sort of groan, but it doesn't seem like he's really that annoyed.

Dan:

...I don't know what to think.

I somehow ended up giving that strange woman Savannah a job.

Alright… I guess I'll tell you what happened.

After Phil had pulled out that huge syringe, Savannah woke.

Somehow, she thought that Phil was God and that I was Jesus... Then, she thought that she was about to be experimented on. Then, she thought that she was already experimented on. Then, she thought she was just a head and that the rest of her body had been cut off.

I've never met such a strange, interesting, and over-reacting girl before. I consider myself someone who jumps to conclusions… but compared to her…

We introduced ourselves after that, and she told us happened. Apparently, she was part of the stage crew for this particular venue (why she was doing that job is beyond me) and that she had been told to get an extra microphone, but then followed the 'arrows' (restaurant logos) in the halls and had gotten lost.

This girl… I couldn't help but shake my head. She's helpless…

However, then, her boss came in. His name was Craig, and he was the head of the stage crew for the venue. He spotted Savannah, chided her harshly, and then fired her.

After he left, I looked at Savannah's face, and already knew what was going to happen… before I knew it, I was rushing to press a tissue against her face and comfort her.

Then, I even ended up giving her a job… as one of our tour managers. Oh god, looking back on it now, I don't know why I did that. I guess I wanted to protect her and and comfort her… It was a spur of the moment decision… I guess some of Savannah's impulsiveness rubbed off on me. Phil eyed me from the side but I avoided his questioning gaze.

So yeah… That's how she now has a job under Phil and me…

Well, I've told you about that. It currently looks like it's now time for me and Phil's show - only ten minutes until we go on stage.

I told Savannah that she could go home, or she could stay an watch the show if she wanted. She was delighted and insisted on staying, wanting to watch our show… I can't help but bite my lip. I wonder what she'll think… will she like the show?

Wait, it shouldn't really matter, huh? She's one of our tour managers now. She'll see our show tens of times from now on. It's not really that big of a deal.

However, even though I say that, for some reason, I still feel like I need to put on a good show for her.

"Dan, ready to go?" Phil sees me contemplating, and then laughs. "Time to make a bunch of girls' panties wet."

"Oh, shut up!" I slap Phil's shoulder in protest. "Alright, let's do this."

We walk toward the stage area to get ready to do our show.