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A few officials from the PBR Media Team had come to video a few tapes of him practicing, interviewing him some and such. The interview went live across numerous radoi stations, bringing in even more listeners. |
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(Wait, would I be able to build off of what you said and say something to add to it, rather than go to my characters pov again? And is that now, or before? sry!) |
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SillyBilly Farm said:
(Wait, would I be able to build off of what you said and say something to add to it, rather than go to my characters pov again? And is that now, or before? sry!)
either, and the interview is happening now |
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(K! Thanks!) The interviewers asked him a series of questions
about what he liked most about riding, what got
him interestead in it in the first place, just basic
interview questions. Then, all of a sudden, one of the
interviewers asked him "So, Marco, have you heard of
the annual Silver-Hoof Rodeo Festival?" |
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Marco nodded, offering a small smile. "Yeah actually, heard ya'll and PRCA were sponsering so, decided to ride in it to try and qualify for the next one." He explained, |
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"Ah, a man who pay attention to the little things,"
the interview, Bob, said. "You know, whoever wins this
rodeo will go on to do great things. Many a famous rider
got their start from winning this here show." |
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"Well Bob, i've already got a start so, don't need to worry about that too much." He chuckled, one of his friends having loaded Maneater again. "Now if you'll excuse me, hate to leave but, Maneater is waitin' on me." Marco mused, pulling his helmet back on and hopping on the bull, the camera following. The man rode the bull well, barely budging from where he was and landing easily on the dirt. |
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Bob turned to a fellow interviewer. "Seriously? How is
this kid so confident? He didn't seem even a little nervous
about what I said! Plus, there seems to be not a single bad
trait about him. How?! There has to be some dirt here to
report on."
"I don't know, Bob. Maybe this kid is just nice and talented!
We could just leave him alone?" said Bob's partner Joe. |
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Marco asked for a few more to be flanked, hopping on each of them and riding to the 8 seconds besides one. Dirty Dashin'. The man had fought the bull the entire season, never having rode him to 8 seconds. The bull tossed him into the fence one time, on his back the second, and on his shoulder the third. Marco asked for the bull again, making it to 7 before getting bucked off. |
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"There! There! Did you see that, Joe? Maybe this kid
isn't as good as everyone says after all," Bob
turned to one of the workers. "Hey, set that
bull up in the rodeo." |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
