The Elevator Twenty-Seventh Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused  trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to  put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted  to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an  elevator waiting to see who would get in.

"I'm sorry honey that you didn't make the team," Joyce said sympathetically to her husband Justin.

"Joyce, you don't understand.  They didn't even let me try.   I practice night and day all summer and they didn't let me try."

"Maybe they had already filled up the team."

"It wasn't that.  They said I didn't belong here and that I have to go or they'll call the police."

"They didn't say that."

"Yes, they did.  And what was worse is that all my friends: Sandra, Vicki, Diane didn't stick up for me.  None of them said a word.  They know how much this meant to me and none of them said a word."

"There is always next year," Joyce said hopefully.

"No, I told you, they said I didn't belong.  They won't let me try out.  I'm as good as they are.  No, I'm better and they won't let me try out."

"Maybe we can transfer to another high school.  Then you can try again."

"If they would just give me a chance I know I'll make the team.  Here, I'll show you."  Justin flipped off his sneakers, put on a brave face, and moved into the starting position.  He was ready to do the entire routine in the elevator.

"Honey, I know you are good, but maybe you should wait until you have more room to show me."

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