Monica listened carefully as Sean explained how the show was going to go. She stared at the paper in his hand, which was the agenda. He pointed to the last thing on the list.
"Then we'll send the dancers out and perform the finale. Did you get all this? You look a little confused," Sean said, smiling curiously at her. She giggled and nodded her head.
"No, I've got it," she responded.
"Ok, good," he said, "you're one of the best assistant managers we've had here in a long time," he said smiling.
"Thank you, I'm trying my best," she said, grinning.
"I can see that, and you're doing very well," he said complimenting Monica. She smiled shyly. Sean held up the paper they were going over.
"Before I forget, can you go get me Alan? He's probably with Gloria," he explained.
"I'll be right back," she said. She headed out the door and headed over to a girl. She looked rather young to be working there. She smiled at the girl.
"Excuse me. Do you know where the hair and make-up artists are? I mean, which rooms?" she asked, really hoping the girl could make sense of her jumbled question.
"Oh, sure! Come with me," she answered Monica, beaming. They walked down a short hallway until they came upon a long row of doors. The girl turned back to Monica.
"Who were you looking for?" she asked her.
"Her name is Gloria," Monica said simply. The girl nodded.
"It's room 315. Third door on the left," the girl explained.
"Thank you," she said. She watched as the girl walked away. She walked a few steps and stopped in front of a door that said 315. She knocked on the door.
"Come in," a voice called. She recognized the voice to be Gloria's. She quietly opened the door and closed it behind her. Gloria looked up and smiled. Monica returned the smile and smiled at Alan, who was having his hair styled by Gloria.
"Hey Monica," he greeted her.
"Hello. When you're done here, Sean wants to see you in his office," she told him. He nodded and looked back at the mirror to see how his hair was coming along.
"Y'know, I don't get the point of styling my hair. I'm just going to put on a cowboy hat anyway," he said, laughing. Monica and Gloria laughed also. Monica decided to stay, as she wanted to talk to Gloria after Alan left. Monica sighed as she took a seat on a small couch behind Alan's chair.
"It's too quiet in here, for my taste. Can we turn on that t.v. up there?" he asked, pointing to a small t.v. secured to the ceiling near the door.
"Yeah, I'll get it," Gloria said. She headed over to turn it on. She grabbed the remote that was on the table in front of the mirror. She handed it to Alan and went back to doing his hair. He flipped the station and stopped on the news. He listened carefully to the man speaking.
"We now have breaking news. The North Trade Center has been hit with a hijacked plane. It had crashed through the top of the building," the t.v. reporter was live at the scene. He looked back at the building and gasped.
"The building is collapsing!" the reporter yelled. The screen went blank, and then came back in a moment. The reporter was breathing heavy. The camera moved to film the Twin Towers. Where there was once two, there was now one. The camera moved back to the man.
"The North Trade Center has just collapsed," the reporter announced. Sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Alan's face turned deathly pale. Gloria's head snapped up and Monica had tears in her eyes.
"Oh my God," Alan whispered.
"Then we'll send the dancers out and perform the finale. Did you get all this? You look a little confused," Sean said, smiling curiously at her. She giggled and nodded her head.
"No, I've got it," she responded.
"Ok, good," he said, "you're one of the best assistant managers we've had here in a long time," he said smiling.
"Thank you, I'm trying my best," she said, grinning.
"I can see that, and you're doing very well," he said complimenting Monica. She smiled shyly. Sean held up the paper they were going over.
"Before I forget, can you go get me Alan? He's probably with Gloria," he explained.
"I'll be right back," she said. She headed out the door and headed over to a girl. She looked rather young to be working there. She smiled at the girl.
"Excuse me. Do you know where the hair and make-up artists are? I mean, which rooms?" she asked, really hoping the girl could make sense of her jumbled question.
"Oh, sure! Come with me," she answered Monica, beaming. They walked down a short hallway until they came upon a long row of doors. The girl turned back to Monica.
"Who were you looking for?" she asked her.
"Her name is Gloria," Monica said simply. The girl nodded.
"It's room 315. Third door on the left," the girl explained.
"Thank you," she said. She watched as the girl walked away. She walked a few steps and stopped in front of a door that said 315. She knocked on the door.
"Come in," a voice called. She recognized the voice to be Gloria's. She quietly opened the door and closed it behind her. Gloria looked up and smiled. Monica returned the smile and smiled at Alan, who was having his hair styled by Gloria.
"Hey Monica," he greeted her.
"Hello. When you're done here, Sean wants to see you in his office," she told him. He nodded and looked back at the mirror to see how his hair was coming along.
"Y'know, I don't get the point of styling my hair. I'm just going to put on a cowboy hat anyway," he said, laughing. Monica and Gloria laughed also. Monica decided to stay, as she wanted to talk to Gloria after Alan left. Monica sighed as she took a seat on a small couch behind Alan's chair.
"It's too quiet in here, for my taste. Can we turn on that t.v. up there?" he asked, pointing to a small t.v. secured to the ceiling near the door.
"Yeah, I'll get it," Gloria said. She headed over to turn it on. She grabbed the remote that was on the table in front of the mirror. She handed it to Alan and went back to doing his hair. He flipped the station and stopped on the news. He listened carefully to the man speaking.
"We now have breaking news. The North Trade Center has been hit with a hijacked plane. It had crashed through the top of the building," the t.v. reporter was live at the scene. He looked back at the building and gasped.
"The building is collapsing!" the reporter yelled. The screen went blank, and then came back in a moment. The reporter was breathing heavy. The camera moved to film the Twin Towers. Where there was once two, there was now one. The camera moved back to the man.
"The North Trade Center has just collapsed," the reporter announced. Sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Alan's face turned deathly pale. Gloria's head snapped up and Monica had tears in her eyes.
"Oh my God," Alan whispered.