Airplane. ls

Hour Nine

"harry, wake up, harry wake up, harry!" louis whisper-yelled.

"what?" harry groaned.

"it's breakfast, and i got you another first class meal."

"aren't you going to get in trouble doing that?"

"who would even fine out? the captain is up in the cockpit." louis laughed at himself a bit. "ha. cockpit. and the other flight attendants are my best friends so if anyone says anything all will deny."

"what if they are all plotting against you to get you sacked?"

"well then i'm fucked."

"louis, there are children on this flight!"

"sometime around now some obnoxious kid will wake up and start crying. it has always happened."

"i really doubt that every time-" a baby cry interrupted harry. "wow you're good."

"man i've been doing this for way too long... i should get a new job."

"as what?"

"i don't know, i've always wanted to act, or play football, or a singer."

"those are all very different things." harry said. "but maybe you'll be able to achieve all of them."

"how?"

"you play football, while in a band, and you have a fake girlfriend."

"damn would that be tragic."