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Something Was Said


“This is what I did not say,” a young miss read from a script before the scene went dark in the studio.

Everything was very cold after leaving the filming area two floors underneath the cubicle lined offices blinded by shining bright white lights. Having an angry strutting stride, the Midwest Miss Georgia Young returned to a desk decorated with her belongings. Flashing repeatedly a red dot wanting attention received satisfaction when the proper button was pushed allowing a message to be unspooled,

“I did not say that” growled a male voice quote who only a day or so ago entertained Georgia over casual lunch.

“Yes, you did,” the artful communicator who graduated with a BS degree in psychology answered underneath her breath.

Lasting a few seconds, the statement prompted the golden blonde muscle Flexer to open her notebook that was filled with ink saturated pages which she was the only one in the world who had the power to decipher.

And it was there she found the handwritten steno style notation, “he said that!” She exclaimed jumping up disrupting her neighbor hiding in his three-bulletin board cave, “I knew he said it!”

Suddenly, across the showroom floor there was a man emerging from an office, “Miss Young,” he waved, and the on-air talent accepted the gesture positively and headed into the executive setting that had actual framed doors.

“Miss Young I heard what you said about what he said,” the boss looked into her eyes when she arrived, “and I would like you to meet this lady sitting here.”

Standing up pocketbook clutch the grandmother of three exclaimed, “Thank you for saying what he said so we all could hear what he said,” the elderly lady outstretched her hand, “if no one heard what he said then I would be in debt, so thank you for doing your job.”

Smiling the news director escorted the lady out and Miss Young returned to the desk and listened once again to the words that challenged what she did on the job. And when it ran a second time, she hit the delete button telling the worker next to her, “I do not remember what this guy just said.”


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