The newsroom was abuzz. The biggest story that the world had ever seen had just happened seconds before the evening news. Now the entire team was scrambling to report on it.
“I don’t think I can do this,” The lead female news anchor said while sitting behind the desk.
“You don’t have a choice,” The producer responded, “Your live in 5...4...3...”
“Good evening,” The woman said, “I’m Alana...uh, Pearce, filling in for, uh...could someone make the teleprompter go a little slower?” She took a deep breath, “Look, I’m not Alana Pearce -- just like I’m sure many of you watching aren’t in your own body either. My name is Joe. I was just walking on the street when this whole great shifting happened, and I found myself in Alana’s body. I don’t know how to be a journalist or report on the news, but everywhere here at the network is sort of in panic mode to get information out. I get it. There’s a lot of crap we don’t know. There’s this weird earpiece in my ear with a voice that says this body swap stuff is confirmed to be in five continents so far. I guess stay tuned... Do we have some sort of commercial to roll? I gotta talk for another two minutes? Aw...hell...”
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