The Adam Boy

CHAPTER 26 - THIS IS NOT A QUESTION OF CHOICE

The next day I went to work a little lighter. I woke up early for my first job, and I didn't feel tired. When I left this one, I went to the TV and it was one of the few times that I didn't pay attention to my surroundings, nor in the picturesque cases that happen in a train car. There, on TV, only one thing happened that surprised me even more. And, of course, the main character is her: Norman Da Silvia.

It turns out, a show host left a TV and went to another channel. This program, by the way, was what I, Mari and Benjamim, the boy with the flat iron in his hair, produced. Not to mention that the most difficult to be produced, complicated and that has a bad luck in him. It was necessary to find another presenter as soon as possible. On Monday, Norman came into the room, already bouncing and desperate, talking loudly; the weight of the lack of a presenter was already having an effect.

- Mariana Vandiiiista! - she said, without looking at anyone, taking some papers from a drawer and going out into the hall.

At this moment, Mariana got up, it was already possible to see that her tension and her breathing had become heavy. As she walked down the computer corridor, the eyes of the other interns followed them; everyone is also very distressed. When Norman spoke the name together with the surname of an intern, it was because she was going to give a news that always alarms those who have been called. Mariana didn't even open the door to leave, that we, who were in the room, were already very curious to know what the Dantesque penance she received. They were rumors for all sides; each suggesting something. Some even said that Norman was going to demote his position, as if it were possible to demote even more who is an intern. Through the glass door, we saw in the other room, which also has a glass door, Norman talking to Mari. His eyes were already very wide and it was possible to see his lips prolonging a few syllables in each sentence he uttered. Mari's eyes fell, like that of a frightened dog, and we knew from the scene that there was nothing good going on there. After a few more minutes of Norman's many sentences, we saw that she, already without glasses, had put her fingertips in her eyes. Total impact on the intern! One more sentence and ... his fingers had gone down to the ends of his mouth .... Another sentence with two syllables pulled and ... He threw his short hair back ... Mari would never come back! It announced a death sentence. After some time, now not only from Mari's despair, but also from the interns in the room due to Norman's hair being thrown back, the director enters the room, and goes to her computer; much would be and with the face tightly closed. Then Mari came in; she looked frightened and in shock, as if she had seen a ghost. He went to his place, which was right behind where I was. The interns held their breath when it passed. Everyone was very curious for her to speak up immediately about what had happened to Norman. But at that moment you couldn't speak, because she was nearby, and her super hearing would know that we would be talking about her. And, in the hours that followed, the work was heavy and very curious. Nobody that day left the agenda, so as not to miss the gossip if it was discussed. The interns held their breath when it passed. Everyone was very curious for her to speak up immediately about what had happened to Norman. But at that moment you couldn't speak, because she was nearby, and her super hearing would know that we would be talking about her. And, in the hours that followed, the work was heavy and very curious. Nobody that day left the agenda, so as not to miss the gossip if it was discussed. The interns held their breath when it passed. Everyone was very curious for her to speak up immediately about what had happened to Norman. But at that moment you couldn't speak, because she was nearby, and her super hearing would know that we would be talking about her. And, in the hours that followed, the work was heavy and very curious. Nobody that day left the agenda, so as not to miss the gossip if it was discussed.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, we saw Norman get up, pick up his things and leave with a dry:

- Good aaaafternoon! See you tomoooorrow.

There was no time for the glass door to close behind Norman for the first intern to ask Mari what she had said to Norman. And before the question was over, Mari was already in tears, crying and sobbing.

- She ... - sobbed Mari - she wants me ... To be the host of the program ... program.

- And you're crying with emotion, aren't you? he asked Karla.

- No, no! I'm not prepared for this.

And I cried. She explained that she was not yet ready. That had just come on TV. We tried to calm her down. We took advantage that neither Norman nor Souza were in the room and I, Karla and Marcela, went down with her to have a drink. She was still crying, and repeated that she was not prepared to be a presenter. We told her to stay calm, that it was going to be a great experience and that she was going to be a great presenter. We went to college with her more relaxed. We had advised you to speak to Norman the next day. Explain to her about her fear. She thought it was a good idea, so the next day she was going to talk to the tall lady. Now, what I had to do, was to find the bold courage to do such a mission.

The next day, Mari arrived a little dejected, but she didn't cry anymore.

Norman had arrived.

- Good afternoon! - and went to sit in his place.

And Mari falls into tears. With a sudden courage, he got up and went towards Norman. He sat in the chair next to her and sobbed.

- Whaaaat was it, sooon? he asked Norman for the first time, leaving his job in front of the PC and looking at the frightened intern beside him.

"Norman," began Mari. He tried to concentrate, but his sob was audible. - I thank you for ... you chose me to be the presenter ... But ... But, you are not ready yet. I just got on TV.

- Hummmm ... - Norman's eyes widened. Apparently she had not yet been convinced by the little speech of the intern who was crying and sobbing.

Mari, surprised by her "hummm ...", stammered and sobbed now.

- Yeah ... So ... So, I don't want to be a presenter. Not now.

- Buuuut - began Norman with all the calm in the world - this is noooot is a question of chooooice. You go and go to the pooooint. - And, placing his hand on her shoulder, he added: - Noooow you are going to wash this faaaace, which is ugly, a presenter with a dirty face and a swollen eyeeee. - And returned to your computer; there was nothing more to be said.

Mari still waited a few seconds, but she knew it was in vain; Norman Da Silva would not change his opinion, as he never did during my entire experience with her, being right or wrong. She got up and cried even more, however, she went to do what the experienced television professional asked: wash her face, because she knew she would be the presenter whether she wanted it or not. Marcela accompanied her.

"This is not a matter of choice." It didn't leave my mind anytime soon. Didn't we have a choice there?

This was the event that was discussed throughout the week, and throughout the week the Trainee Shit Award went to Mari. It was sad what had happened, but we didn't lose the sport and we played whenever we could with everything that happened.