[ WP ] You 're going to see `` The Interview '' and there is only one empty seat left , right next to an angry looking Kim Jong-Un . Share your entire theater experience .

*Oh my fuck. No, no, no. This can not be happening. * 
 
 I stared, wide-eyed, at the plump Asian man in the center of the middle row. The other people in the theater stared at him too, so I knew I was n't hallucinating. My mind was a blur of profanity and dread and excitement as I calmly watched one of the most evil men in the world lean over and fart. 
 
 *Must be all that cheese he eats. * I thought hazily. 
 
 I did n't want to sit next to him. 
 
 But I wanted to see the movie, damnit! I had waited two months for Sony to release it and two more for Regal to reluctantly agree to play it. I was not going to be turned away by a maniac dictator. I had to be strong. 
 
 I walked over and sat next to him and he gave me a scowl. Every hormone in my body was flooding to my stomach and my brain was urgently telling me to run away screaming. He probably had his secret service hiding somewhere. Would I be his next kill? Would I live to tell the tale to my family? 
 
 The screen brightened and the opening credits started to play. 
 
 **Two hours later... ** 
 
 Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. 
 
 My mind could n't stop repeating'okay.' It was like my anchor to reality. If I stopped saying okay, I would collapse and descend into madness. 
 
 As I walked out of the movie, I let out a deep breath I did n't realize I had been holding. My legs were jello. My hands shook and I felt like I wanted to cry from fear. I relegated my pace to a walk, even as a man with a rifle stormed in. I opened the doors, pretended not to hear the shots that rang out, the screams. The *whup whup whup* of the helicopters sounded jarring as I strolled across the parking lot. The thud of shouts and boots on pavement sounded even after I shut my car door. 
 
 I slowly backed out of the parking lot and went home.
