𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑉𝑖𝑒𝑤
I woke up with intense excitement and rolled over to a sleeping Brad. I shook him awake and said, "Brad! Brad! Wake up!" He sighed lazily, as he does, and swatted his hand at me. This, in Brad code, means "I don't feel like getting up and I'm a grumpy messy haired dope." — however — I was better than that! I got up, a pep in my step, and dragged him out of bed like a 7 year old on Christmas. He finally woke up.
"Hurry, Brad. We're going to be late!" I yelled out. I went and got ready, then sat down with my coffee at the table. Turns out that coffee was useless, because I was insanely excited. "For what?", you may ask. Well, you see, I got Brad and I in for DTV! Denton Television, If you didn't know. DTV is the biggest basic-broadcasting channel in Denton! So, If you're even a part of their huge overnight-crowd, it's an opportunity if opportunity knew itself. I did my makeup at the table and waited for Brad. — We we're actually named as the top Denton couple. It doesn't quite suit us. Our marriage has its low points. VERY low. We actually fought a ton. Thankfully nobody knew, and we WANTED to keep it that way. However, we never knew we NEEDED to keep it that way.
Brad emerged from the doorframe and wished me an awkward good morning. Ah. This is what I knew would be a Wannabe-Good Marriage Day. He sat down and cleared his throat, "Excited, Janet?" Brad said dryly. "OF COURSE I AM! We get to be on D! T! V!" I said, clapping my hands for each letter. We had one good moment right there where he gave a genuine chuckle. It felt nice, but quickly faded. "We should get going. It's 8:30!" Yeah, early hours... But DTV used to start at 7:30! Now it starts at 9 upon popular viewer request. So technically we got lucky. Brad and I hauled ourselves in the car and got to the studio. When they let us in, it was just a huge wave of people. Funky hair, clothes, preppies, soldiers— bikers! Anyone you could think of, they were here! Brad and I took our seats and began the biggest two of our lives.
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