I'm a part of it

Chapter 14: Clay

I lead Clay to the rooftop. When the elevator opened, many applauded even though it hasn't started. It gave Clay motivation which is a good thing. I head over to the empty seat beside Gina and it looks like we're watching a concert.
   The music's already playing and I noticed it's. It's Creep by Radiohead, a good song to play. Clay was great at singing:
   But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo

   What the hell am I doin' here?
   I don't belong here

   We all sang along so Clay won't be alone. Who doesn't know Creep. The only thing missing is a golden buzzer and I would press it immediately. It's a good thing they invented that.
   After the song, the crowd insisted on one more:
   "That's all, we should head to work," I say.
   "Did I do great?" Clay heads toward me.
   "You made the crowd sing along. Of course you did and I can't wait to finish this whole project."
   "I will look forward to it."
   "Did you have stage fright? You felt uncomfortable at first."
   "I did, actually."
   "Well, did we work on that?" I looked at the microphone.
   "YES!"
   "What an energy. Okay, let's fetch you outside so I could get started with this proposal."
   "I must say thank you and I hope this will get pushed through." Clay stared at me. "It's all over the media."
   "What do you mean?"
   "That Chris might suspend the project."
   "Oh..."
   "But don't worry, the people you have up here is actually supporting you."
   "Too bad, I can't use a device right now."
   "Here."
   Clay showed me the news where they saw Abby leaving the Arfelt Inc. and she just got interviewed at how memorable her experience here.
   "There are actually more but I hope this helps," Clay hands me the newspaper. "I might be the next one to pop up, but here are the past ones. Daisy, Drew, and Helen."

   I read all of it and was amazed how it helped them. I thought I was being a dumb blonde judging by the comments of Chris towards this project. I felt that he was right. Me, being useless now.
   After all, it's just another day. I head over to the elevator with Clay and I fetch him outside where I saw lots of people taking photographs of us. A reporter suddenly head up to me.
   "What are you going to do with this?" They asked. "Many are curious."