When I Turned the Television On

When I Turned The Television On.

| Seth Paver |

"I'm quitting."
"WHAAAT?!"
"Didn't you hear me? I said I'm quitting."
"ARE YOU REALLY SERIOUS, SETH?"
"No."
"Then what's with THAAT??"
"What I mean is that I want to take a rest from acting and singing. It's tiring me."
"But... but... WHY??"
"Do you want me to get sick and die and never do your projects ever again in your whole life?"
"No, of course not! I won't let that happen!"
"Then let me take a short vacation."
"..."
"Trust me."
"Seth, I--"
"Say yes, Mr. X."
"But--"

I glare at him with a 'say-yes-before-i-get-pissed-off' face.

"Yes, you may..."
"Good."

I slump on my chair and continue to drink my coffee when I see Mr. X grab the phone on my receiver and dial Nathaniel's number.

"Sebastian! Do not let Seth escape! I repeat, do not let Seth escape! Lock all doors and exits! NOW!"

I widen my eyes and snatch the phone from him.

"What do you think you're doing?!"
"No! I'll not let you leave! Not in my case!"
"Crap!"

I run as fast as I could down the hallways and corridors when I see the exit door still unlocked.
I grin and pick up speed when Nathaniel, my bodyguard, blocks my way.

"HEY!"

I hit him hard, but he wouldn't budge.

"I was ordered by Mr. X not to let you out of this building."
"Well, damn Mr. X."

I glance at my left and search for the nearest window.
I run for it and crash through.
I fall down.

Down.

Down.

"Seth!"

Luckily, I land on a cafe umbrella and slide down.
I quickly get to my feet and continue to run while the people start chasing me.

I must look for a place to stay for the meantime.