Once again the Lightning crashes down. This time the mystery is less as 4 months has given you the knowledge that you would need to rest the confusion. Everything you have you've paid for, which means that you've worked for it in one way or another, and although you're comfortable it's still not enough.

Things haven't gone exactly as predicted. Through the high's and the low's you figure you've come out below the middle, and you setup this night to raise your position, or fold in your game and start fresh. Why tonight. It's rushed, and definitely doesn't feel right; but if any longer you run the risk of emotion ruining your entire game plan.

Even without pushing your car into the gas station last night, you know the signs are clear enough. You're about to gamble three weeks in one night, and your only comfort is in Ron Abuelo, A mystery man with only bad intentions.

Although I've tried to push in the other direction my wires are crossed and keep coming back. Just after it snaps, the branch falls, and that's not the only reason you push on. Yours is not the only unsettled limb. In all directions you look you're confused. You can't even be bothered to look up anymore because you're through with connecting the dots.

You're situation has declined, while the stakes have risen; since you were last in this situation. It's a dangerous play you're about to make, but you'll make it anyways. Unsure of the exact play you're about to make you trust that with over a bowl of Arguilles you'll pull your thoughts together and make the performance of your life in what will be your acting debut. Your second is only around the corner.

Confused now more than ever, you start to rush a play that has taken you three weeks to build. In these 3 weeks you've lost sight of the goal several times, but you've kept optomistic and tonight you'll come to realize your full potential.