She was seventeen, and she was the best. She'd only had the sign job for a week, but already she tossed, spun, and danced the advertisement for new real estate better than anyone else. Not only didn't she ever drop the sign, but her performance attracted more attention than the others'. She'd sneaked a look at the sales numbers, and they'd gone up twenty percent since she'd started. This concerned her. She didn't want to be doing this forever. She wouldn't be able to, for one thing. What if there wasn't anything else that she was this good at? She wanted to study botany, but what if she didn't take to the organic sciences the way she took to this? Could she really work at something where she was only okay? Would she be robbing the world of its finest sign dancer?
It wouldn't be forever. She promised herself this. For now, she needed this, the paycheck, the job. But the minute she didn't, the minute she was free to pursue something deeper, more important, she would go, even if she couldn't be the best, even if it was hard. Until then, she spun the sign.
She was the best.