|Humor Me| ::A Michael McIntyre Story::

::Chapter 1.13:: {What Happens During Intermission}

Michael McIntyre's POV:

I pressed my hand firmly down on the shiny round red button that had been placed before me. I let out a deep sigh, and began to massage my temples.

This was the exact moment I was paid to use my buzzer. If I felt acts were ridiculous, I was allowed by all means to halt their act.

Shortly after Amanda and Hasselhoff had followed my actions, which had stopped the entire performance all together.

The audience had been booing, and we all shared the same thought: get off of the stage. You're not a star.

I had taken the liberty of not even bothering to speak first. I decided I wasn't in a well enough mood to be the first to crush the poor person's dreams.

"I would like another song." commented the American idiot, followed by laughter from Miss Holden herself.

"You know... normally when people come down from the stage, the bouncers would get up an intervene..." I had trailed of with a dry tone.

"But I said 'sit yourselves down this will be fine' and then you kissed Amanda and completely ignored me so thanks for that." I had gotten slightly more sarcastic.

I wouldn't have cared, she was definitely not Juliet. This woman could look and act like Brittney Spears all she would like...

Her name was not Juliet O'Reilly...Jiroux... I wasn't sure how exactly to phrase that... so I could use both last names.

"It's a no..." I had faintly heard one of them, not know which, say. I had been in my own world of thoughts, looking down at the panel.

My hands cupped around my eyes, allowing me to slip into oblivion which I knew wasn't the best decision at this point.

It was one of my jobs to be judging these people, which I very well could not be capable of if I hadn't even seen their acts.

"Michael." Amanda had snapped me back into the here and now. I looked at her in a confused way, wondering what she wanted.

"Yes?" I had asked dumbly, causing her to stare back at me with wide eyes. She could tell I was absent minded.

"Is that your answer?" she questioned in shock, now making me realize the question at hand. I quickly shook my head.

"No! It's a no from me as well. Don't be disheartened." I apologized to the contestant. She nodded sadly and ran back to Ant and Dec.

They had briefly appeared on stage to announce a fifteen minute intermission, which I took gladly without hesitation.

I had nearly downed a bottle of water in the lounge within the first thirty seconds of of the break. I was too upset to eat anything as well.

I noticed David immediately head for the doughnuts, while Amanda stayed with the salad. I hadn't even touched one morsel.

"Are you alright Michael? You seem... stressed." spoke the Hoff, gracing me with his presence as he plopped down next to me.

"... Do I?" I hesitated, beginning to think I was loosing my mind. He nodded, taking a large bite out of the ring.

Out of the blue my mobile buzzed in my pocket, startling me because I had sincerely thought I turned it on silent for the entire show.

Without even bothering to take a look at the screen or the caller ID I reluctantly pressed 'talk' and held it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I interrogated curiously into the small device, immediately feeling better when I heard the voice on the other end.

"Good afternoon my dear." her beautiful angelic voice had come through the speaker, causing me to smile immediately.