One morning he'd simply been dragged from the safety of his bed by his sister, who'd thrown some nice clothes at him and announced that he had an interview. Apparently she was tired of seeing him mope around and had taken it upon herself to fill out the necessary application. Which was probably just as well. He expected she was much more skilled at making his blank resume look promising than he was. The sad part was she was only fifteen and obviously better at landing an interview. He felt rather inadequate. More so than usual.
Somehow, by the grace of God, or Fate, or some other cosmic power, he hadn't completely bombed his interview. Or maybe he had and the interviewer simply felt sorry for him. He thought that was more likely, considering he'd stumbled over his answers every time he was asked a question and had practically been on the verge of tears the entire time. Whatever the case, he now had his first job.
Presently, Jonah found himself struggling under the weight of a couple of boxes of props, which he hadn't expected to weigh as much as they did considering he wasn't under the impression that ballet dancers used many. Then again, he knew nothing about ballet. Obviously he didn't have to if he'd been employed. Moving props around didn't seem to require any sort of extensive knowledge. All he needed was the strength to lift and move things.
Apparently he didn't even have that. He couldn't even ask for help. One, because he was pretty sure he was alone in the hallway; and two, he was afraid if he did he'd be fired for his inability to do things himself. After all, he'd been hired under the assumption that he could handle the job. How would it look if he failed on his very first day?
Shazari
A start for you~! Hope this works! <3
