Informal writing #1

“This should work, but what if it doesn’t? Oh God Mel, please do not die on me!” My young, naïve assistant was starting to get nervous because this was his first show.

“Relax, Jordan, we have practiced this a million times before, we are professionals for goodness sake!” In all honesty I was just as nervous for this stunt as Jordan was because every stunt devil is before the first show of a tour. Not many people have attempted to jump over 50 cars on a motorcycle before, especially a woman. The stunt devil market is overflowing with men and personally, I think that is sad. I am out to show the world a different kind of woman, one who is not afraid of a deadly act. As masculine as this sounds, the show is actually very feminine themed. There was a lot to think about as I approached the stage.

                The voiced boomed across Lane Stadium, “Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, the time has come for our annual Lane Stunt!” The crowed replied with a booming applause, making me almost fall down. Luckily I did not, because the light was shining a silhouette of my body on the curtain that the crowd was looking at. At that moment, I found myself in a moment of weakness, and I became lost in a trance of my subconscious. For some reason it did not feel lie practice, and I felt like none of the jumps into foam pits even mattered. The cars looked like a pretty rough landing, but my calculations were right and unless the ramp was not constructed correctly would I suffer a fall. Oh, lord, what if the ramp was not constructed correctly?

So much was going through my mind until the announcer interrupted my thoughts, “Ladies and Gentlemen, let’s give it up for the Great, the Miraculous, the Magnificent, and the Beautiful Melissa Jane Stower!” I replied with a couple revs on the motorcycle, then began crawling the motorcycle towards the ramp drop off.

“Well, here goes nothing.”