Hayden turns up for work.

[haydensikh]

OOC: Please note it's 2 years or more since I wrote a RP and I'm very rusty and also slightly rushed. I want to be told of anything wrong in the presentation so I can quickly put it right in future. Also SJ Dixon said he probably wouldn't mind delivering a line. The message system here seems to suck so if the line isn't suitable, please could another face volunteer, or have someone change it to a production crew member.


Hayden is sat on his wooden horse with wheels. He's apparently parked in a space, although it's not clear how he got here as the horse has to be pulled along.
Backstage staff give him strange looks as they walk by.

Hayden's manager The Underbaker approaches him with information regarding tonight's show.

Underbaker: So tonight you're fighting against....

Hayden cuts him off impatiently. He's excited.

Hayden: They love me, they all love me! As I came in the people waiting outside started shouting "Wooooo"!

Underbaker rolls his eyes. He should have known better than to expect something sensible.

Underbaker: They weren't shouting "Wooooo" they were shouting "Who?"

Hayden: Why?

Underbaker: No. Who.

Hayden: What?

Underbaker sighs. He wishes he were the manager of someone less stupid. Less argumentative would be a start.

Underbaker: No. Who

Hayden: I mean why were they shouting "Who?". What does that mean?

Underbaker shakes his head and sighs again.

Underbaker: I would hazard a guess that it's because you've been here for ages now and nobody knows anything about you. They don't know WHO you are.

Hayden stands up and shouts angrily.

Hayden (shouting): I am the mighty Hayden Sikh of course. I am the future GX champion.

With that, he slams himself back down onto his horse but he misjudges it and sits a little too close to the back. The horse proceeds to tip over backwards and throw Hayden onto the floor.

SJ Dixon has just arrived for work and is headed towards the arena. He chuckles to himself and shouts over to Hayden.

SJ Dixon: Wooooo!