You are working at Culvers as a waitress. You love writing down orders, carrying trays and cleaning up the tables and chairs,especially being able to help others the way you can without messing up.

Many weeks later,slightly in the afternoon after working at Culvers since you finished your shift as a waitress,your phone dings as you notice an unknown text message. Wait,was it from an Undercover Agent? Named Blueball? And he asked you to come over to the interrogation room Asap?

You've never been in the interrogation room before but you hope things aren't going to go so bad,terrible even. You set off in your car,driving your way over there right away. As you arrive at the interrogation room,you park your car, unbuckling yourself before you get out.

You walked over to the front door,slowly opening it up. You couldn't believe you get to meet the world's best Undercover Agent Blueball for the first time ever. The only light comes from a flickering overhead lamp and a glowing smartboard.

You noticed Blueball sitting on a chair across the table,wearing a dark suit and a serious expression. He waved his hand over to you,wanting you to come over.

You slowly walked over to him,sitting down on the chair as well across from him. He tapped his pen on the desk, then pointed to the smartboard behind him. You read what it said through your mind.

"No Talking Allowed"

You open your mouth to explain,to tell him about the lunch rush at Culver’s, about the trays you carried and the shadows in your head but Blueball placed his finger on his lips.

He stands up,clicks a button on his belt, and a funky, rhythmic beat starts playing from the room’s speakers. He begins to move with sharp, choreographed precision. Blueball paces the room, his movements mimicking a clock ticking.

Verse 1:

Blueball:I saw you wiping tables,hiding what’s inside. Behind that Culver’s apron,there’s a place you try to hide. The "What ifs." and the "Could haves." are heavy on your tray. You’re serving up a smile while the shadows turn to grey. You think it’s just a glitch,a tiny little spark. You can’t see the exit when you’re dancing in the dark.

Blueball slides across the floor,pointing to his heart then to yours.

Chorus:

Blueball:So spill the beans but keep your lips sealed tight. We’re gonna Outrun The Shadows in the middle of the night. No room for doubts. No room for "buts" or "whys.". I see the undercover truth behind your tired eyes. Move to the rhythm. Let the static fade away. We’re clearing out the basement of your mind today.

Blueball uses the smartboard,drawing a bright line through a dark cloud.

Verse 2:

Blueball:You’re scared of messing up, of dropping every plate but perfection is a prison and it’s opening the gate. The Agent’s on the case. I’ve tracked the trail of gloom. It’s followed you from shift-end right into this room. Don't ramble on the "could haves.". Let the ink just bleed. Silence is the only superpower that you need.

Chorus:

Bridge:

Blueball:It’s not a crime to feel the weight. It’s not a crime to hesitate. If you let the shadows grow, They’ll take the only "You" I know.

Final Chorus:

He sits back down and writes on a notepad. He slides it to you,gesturing you to read it.