Jonny was feeling weird today. Although it was a day just as all the others, something was different. Maybe he just felt summer approaching, maybe they changed the color of the busses advertisement, it actually didn`t matter, it just gave him the feeling, that this day was something special. He didn`t like it. Since his apply for an internship at the New York Times Magazine had been denied, he just wanted to keep away from thinking about it – in fact away from thinking about ANYTHING at all. It just made him depressed and he wasn`t keen on being depressed, because he had been for a while after his girlfriend had left him. Had gone to a couple of psychiatrics, even took some antidepressants for a while, but he finally got over it. Actually he just focused on one goal: Getting an internship at the Times. Now THIS happened. Well, if he thought about it, he had not really something to complain about. He had a flat that belonged to him, a job as theater a critic in some “Up-to-date”-magazine and even though he had broken up a relationship a few weeks ago, he had a date with a nice girl from the cinema critics’ wing. No he had nothing to complain about – except that his girl, who he really loved, left him for that wanker of a best friend, so he lost two of the people in his life, who he loved most, at the same, time. Besides his greatest dream just got crashed, so he had to stay in this mess of a magazine, where the owner was running around, shouting orders and torturing everybody with tons of work and – compared to the amount of work – very little payment. He got on his desk, after greeting everybody in his way and started the computer. Last time he really had been in theater was at the premier of the musical version of Shakespeare’s “Hamlet”, which was about a month ago. The other critics he has written in the meanwhile where after recordings, because the publisher said a card per week was too expensive. Bullshit, Jonny would pay himself, if he had the time to go there. Never mind, let’s check the mails, he thought. Nothing special at the first look. The usual junk, a mail from his mother in Detroit and – what’s that? Jonny’s heart stopped beating for a moment – it was from the publisher he had sent his book to (he totally forgot about that), it said he would be pleased to publish the manuscript and asked for a meeting at half past eight in the publishers building. Jonny’s eyes flickered to the clock – five past eight. The address wasn’t long from here. No time to waste. He turned off the computer, jumped up and wanted to start running, when someone stepped into his way. “Want to leave already, Mr. Smith? It was his boss. Jonny was near to start swearing and screaming into the idiots face, that he got better things to do, than to write a critic about a show he hadn’t even seen live, for an old, frustrated, dismissed writer, who just used all of them here to get rich and famous. He wanted to start punching him, for being such a jerk and to appear right in this moment when Jonny was about to turn his career on the better way. While he took a deep breath for this, he saw the clock – ten past. He breathed out and said calmly: “Yes, I quit.”, and passed his former boss. Outside he started running, like he never ran before with the feeling that this day was going to change his life. He loved it.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 13.09.2011

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