Rise To Stardom

Chapter 218: Super Bowl in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..

Chapter 218: Super Bowl in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..

The day of the Super Bowl had finally arrived.

The stadium was buzzing with unbridled excitement.

Fans were cheering, screaming their lungs out and rooting for their favorite team as the halftime arrived.

Panthers Vs Harriers!

It had ended on a draw for now as the players, shuffled their way into their locker rooms underground with their coaches, the commentators, speaking with their signature style of enthusiasm;

"And that's the end of the first half, folks! The Panthers and the Harriers head into halftime locked in a thrilling dead heat—21 to 21. Quite a ferocious game we've had, right Ian?!"

"Yes Greg. The Panthers came out roaring with that early touchdown, but the Harriers answered back with some incredible plays of their own, including that jaw-dropping 40-yard pass to tie it up just before the break."

"Yes. Both teams are giving it their all, and you can feel the tension rising in the stadium. So, ladies and gents, as we take a breather, stay tuned for the halftime show!" Greg commented and added;

"Kyle Kestis is set to take the stage with a performance that's been–– and putting it mildly–– 'quite' the talk of the town."

"Grab your snacks, stretch your legs, and get ready for an unforgettable second half!" Ian followed up in conclusion.

"Ha! I don't even know why they chose such a young, unworthy artist to headline the halftime performance." Bart, a man in his late fifties, commented with a deep frown while using his binoculars to get a closer view of the receding backs of the players walking underground.

"You're right, old friend. Back in our days, it was the biggest stars of the generation that headlined the Super Bowl halftime performance, not some wet-behind-the-ears kid." his friend Alejandro, similarly aged 59, clicked his tongue in disdain as he played around with the baseball in his gloved hand.

Two, traditional, obnoxious old codgers who were stuck in their ways.

The stubborn kinds who adamantly believed everything new was shit, and things were infinitely better in their time–– all encompassed with an unhealthy sprinkle of arrogance.