My heart pounded, and I thought the worst thing in the
world might happen. "What do I do now?" I whispered, confused and a
little bit scared. Okay, so I was trembling. I decided, to go down to the ring. What else could I do?
As I walked down the few steps, I knew everyone was watching me.
When I went over the wall, before the ring, I hoped that the security
guards would stop me from going to him. I had no such luck. Instead of stopping me, they allowed me to get in the ring, and stood around the ring. I had no way to get out. This made me even more nervous.
There I stood, face to face with Taker, the mic away from his face. I should have been ecstatic, but instead I felt like I wanted to run. Running, of course was impossible.
"Why did you call me to the ring?" I asked him, my voice
strained and shaking.
"Why did you want to talk to me?" was the answer I got.
Everything I wanted to say to him, had vanished from my
mind. Instead of answering him, I got foolish for a minute. "Why," I
paused and took a breath, "do you want to talk to me in this ring?"
He didn't answer me. Instead, he just stared at me. I
felt like his eyes would bore right through me. Great, I thought,
another wrong thing I said. What will he do next? I didn't have to
wait long, as he brought the mic up to his lips, and addressed his
fans in the arena.
"Why? You want to know why" he said. I just nodded my
head. "Why don't you tell us all why you wanted to talk to me?"
"I am a fan of yours and have always wanted to work with
you."
There was a long pause, before anything was said. He
then told me to wait for him backstage. The security guards cleared
a path for me, and followed me as I went up the ramp. I stood to the
side of the curtain, waiting for him as he finished addressing the
fans. What just happened? I couldn't believe what just happened? I
thought I would fall asleep, when I heard footsteps coming up the
ramp.
world might happen. "What do I do now?" I whispered, confused and a
little bit scared. Okay, so I was trembling. I decided, to go down to the ring. What else could I do?
As I walked down the few steps, I knew everyone was watching me.
When I went over the wall, before the ring, I hoped that the security
guards would stop me from going to him. I had no such luck. Instead of stopping me, they allowed me to get in the ring, and stood around the ring. I had no way to get out. This made me even more nervous.
There I stood, face to face with Taker, the mic away from his face. I should have been ecstatic, but instead I felt like I wanted to run. Running, of course was impossible.
"Why did you call me to the ring?" I asked him, my voice
strained and shaking.
"Why did you want to talk to me?" was the answer I got.
Everything I wanted to say to him, had vanished from my
mind. Instead of answering him, I got foolish for a minute. "Why," I
paused and took a breath, "do you want to talk to me in this ring?"
He didn't answer me. Instead, he just stared at me. I
felt like his eyes would bore right through me. Great, I thought,
another wrong thing I said. What will he do next? I didn't have to
wait long, as he brought the mic up to his lips, and addressed his
fans in the arena.
"Why? You want to know why" he said. I just nodded my
head. "Why don't you tell us all why you wanted to talk to me?"
"I am a fan of yours and have always wanted to work with
you."
There was a long pause, before anything was said. He
then told me to wait for him backstage. The security guards cleared
a path for me, and followed me as I went up the ramp. I stood to the
side of the curtain, waiting for him as he finished addressing the
fans. What just happened? I couldn't believe what just happened? I
thought I would fall asleep, when I heard footsteps coming up the
ramp.
