Sayvior
"So Sayvior, just do a couple kicks with your fists raised.
I took a step back, and made sure that I was still infront of the back drop.
I did a couple side kicks before deciding to do some of my favorite moves in both fast and slow motion.
I went to go change, and I came back in different work out clothes.
"Sorry about the bruises on my thighs" I apologized quickly.
"It's fine. We'll just airbrush them" The cameraman said.
But a makeup person came in and covered them up mostly.
"Let out your biggest scream and hold it for as long as you can" A lady with a water bottle instructed.
I cleared my throat before screaming.
A bucket of warm water got dumped on me.
"Beat your gloves, beat your gloves" Claire whispered.
I smashed my gloves into eachother and moved around a bit so that the photos wouldn't be stiff.
After that, they told me to take pictures with my wet hair pushed back and my mouth guard hanging out my mouth a bit.
I was handed a towel.
After demonstrating some of my favorite moves, I was allowed to go.
"You did great, Sayvior. I was telling Ferg about you" Nast said.
"Thank you. I got you some goodies and stuff too. I gotta separate our stuff though"
"Thanks. This traffic crazy. Folks out here wildin'."
A cop car zoomed down the shoulder lane across the median.
I turned my neck to watch it.
"This isn't even close to how it was yesterday. You are lucky" Our driver said.
"I could never be a driver out here. My driving skills are shaky" I admitted.
"I've been driving for twelve years. No accidents, no tickets. Record squeaky clean."
"Glad to hear" Nast said. "I'm a model. I can't afford to be in an accident"
"Oh really?" Our driver asked. "Are you signed?"
"Nah, but I dabble" He said. "I rap too though. Mainly"
I watched a lady turn around in the driver's seat as we entered the intersection.
I could see a baby carrier, and I watched her mess with the arm of it.
Suddenly, her car shot out past the white line.
I don't know if I heard her screams or my own.
I remembered the sound of impact though.
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Four days later
I lifted my eyelids slowly, letting them peel apart.
I whined because I had a lot of things connected to me, and I was sore.
I could hear and feel my heart beating faster.
"You miss me that much that you gotta get into a car accident so I can come see you?" Ferg asked.
My throat hurt too much to talk, but I smiled because now that he was here, it was onnnn.
He got up, and wiped my face before giving me a water that he opened. "You nasty"
