(un)Reality TV ~ Off the Street


They turned the chair around for the big reveal. Her eyes widened, as she watched herself in the mirror: it was more than a fucking make-over. She looked nothing like herself. Shit! She looked decent. Like fuck! She…
“Annie, what do you think?”
Oh yes. She had to answer. The camera was there.
“Is that really me?”
They’d said to try not to swear. People laughed around her: it was fake. Or very condescending. She couldn’t tell. She hadn’t been around people in a while: well not around people who were ‘normal’, not living on the streets. She couldn’t help staring. Even though they hadn’t filmed all of it, they’d given her access to a suite in a hotel and she’d had a number of showers to clean herself thoroughly. Then a two-hour session at the spa for a complete scrubbing: that took care of any dirt she had missed. Then there was the facial and the pedicure, manicure. The stylist and finally the hair-dresser and make-up artist. Her dirty dreadlocks were gone for a pixie cut she hadn’t worn since high school. The dark circles under her eyes, from lack of sleep and hunger, were gone, even if there was no hiding the fact she wasn’t as filled up as she should be.
“So Annie, are you ready for your interview?”

Fuck! She hadn’t had a job interview since… well ever. The job as a waitress to pay for school didn’t count. And she didn’t even have a bachelor degree; she dropped out. And they wanted her to apply to a job as a paralegal? She was never going to cut it. She didn’t even remember her classes in legal. But they’d reworked her resume and she had to convince the HR Director that she was fit for the job.
“I don’t know…”
“Come on Annie, it’s normal to have jitters, it’s a chance to get out of the streets for ever.”
The one thing they didn’t really say when she signed the contract was what would happen to her if she didn’t get the job. Would she keep the shoes, the clothes, the money they gave her? She had to get that job. Was it how the other candidates had felt? That sensation of having lead in your stomach, the nausea; did it cripple them as it was going her? She’d never been afraid in the streets; she knew how to handle herself but here. This was another world entirely. Maybe she should never have signed that contract.

What Annie couldn’t know was that the “HR Director” was in on it. The interview would truly determine whether she got the money or not. If she was good enough to convince the interviewer and the audience, she’d get – maybe not the job – but the money and a chance to return to school. If she didn’t play her part… her chance at another life would be gone. Would she hear the freeing ‘you’re hired’ or not?

©scolpron2016

In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Tale Weaver prompt (un)Reality TV

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Michael says:

    I like very much where you took this one Stephanie…excellent piece..

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    1. Thank you very much 🙏🏻. It took me a while to know what sort of show it would be. Once I did, the rest was easier.

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  2. Poor Annie — she can’t really win either way. The streets are safe, but offer no hope. Hope offers no safety.
    I’m glad you were able to write to difficult prompt with such an intimate and bittersweet tale.
    Well done, as always, Stephanie!!!

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    1. Thank you 🙏🏻. It was a tough one but that’s what prompts are for: challenging me to get out of my comfort zone. So thanks for offering this one 😉.

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  3. It is difficult to read this and not want to know what happens with Annie. I understand her uncertainty, the doubts that follow her from other experiences… But I have the feeling that regardless of what happens–whether she gets the job or not–Annie will make things work. She doesn’t sound like the type of woman who would give up. Hot dammit! *Annie’s swearing seems to be is contagious* 😉

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    1. Well if she was compelling enough for you to care and trust her then I’ve done something right. Thank you so very much for the wonderful compliment 🙏🏻

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