With the next live broadcast fast approaching, the director still hadn't found a suitable replacement.
Netizens were having a field day with memes, practically begging Rachel to bring someone in. They'd suggested nearly every famous singer, but no one was willing or available.
As the show faced the possibility of an empty slot, the director grew so stressed that he broke out in cold sores.
Finally, I stood before him.
"Sir, I can sing."
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"You? You're just an assistant. A celebrity assistant, no less, and to Kelly of all people. What can you sing?"
His disdain was apparent, but I understood.
After all, Kelly had sung terribly, so how good could her assistant possibly be?
But I revealed something the director didn't know.
"Actually, all of Kelly's hit songs were written and composed by me. And yes, I can sing too.
"You can listen to my voice first, and then decide."
