Noelle's Hidden Motivation
Does it matter how we motivate ourselves?
Noelle was bored. The insides of her eyelids blistered as she stared at her computer. She’d been watching youtube clips of Wanda Sykes and Chris Rock for the past 2 no….three hours…She was in rehearsals for McDonalds: The Musical and should have been going over her lines or practicing the dance steps, but right now all she felt like doing was listening to Bill Maher make jokes about the president.
She’d run into that guy again. In the morning. In the lobby of her building. He was with his fiancee, the girl with a face like a Tupperware lid. The girl’s diamond engagement ring sparkled so brightly it reminded Noelle of snow on a sunny day.
“Hi, Noelle,” he said and turned to his fiancee.
“Nice to meet you, Noelle,” the girl said, displaying a hint of an accent. Noelle couldn’t place it.
“Likewise,” Noelle muttered.
The hours that followed–at the store where she wiped down the glass cases, counted cash and sold “right hand rings” to yuppies from Chelsea; at the rehearsal hall where she sang about the smell of french fries and did pirouettes in a mink coat–were filled with black clouds. Noelle couldn’t tear her mind from the morning’s meeting. The diamond seared the retinas off her mind’s eye. She’d never had a problem forgetting a guy before. She’d called Kyoko earlier, who said she was just obsessing over him because he was taken. But Noelle wasn’t so sure.
Her cat, Jax, let out a low, metallic meow. Noelle sighed as she got up to fill Jax’s bowl with Fancy Feast.
“There has to be more to life than this, Jax,” she said. The cat lapped quietly at his food. She stroked his back. Then she got up, turned off her computer and put the music from McDonald’s the Musical on her stereo. She would practice the dance steps until she could no longer move her legs. One day, she thought, I’ll be a famous actress, and Chris Rock will interview me on his show.
One more thought that she tried to supress but it formed anyway: One day Lance will leave that girl, and come looking for me. Writen by: Elizabeth Sowden
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