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I can now add bodyguard to Liam Neeson to my resume. Last night, along with another bodygaurd, I escorted Mr. Neeson to a fancy dinner meeting. I want to say it was at the Hyatt in Kansas City, but it was a little blurry. In fact I'm not even sure if it was Liam Neeson, but it looked a great deal like him. Anyway we were in the restaurant and we were told to go have a seat and he would catch up to us in a minute. Reluctantly we went to the table with the rest of the party, sat down, and scoped out the place. Cream tableclothes and fancy crystal as far as the eye could see. Everyone in the place was very well-to-do. Good thing the other bodygaurd and I were armed with katanas.

It had been a while and I was starting to get nervous. I decided to walk back out to the skywalk where Mr. Neeson last was. He was standing there chatting to an old man and as I approached he said there was nothing to worry about and he would be coming to dinner now. Just then on ther other side of the walkway, no more than fifty feet away stood a bald man in a tuxedo staring at us. He reached in to his pocket and pulled out an object. At the same time I popped my katana up from the sheath exposing the blade. The man yelled "Hey!" and started to run towards us. I pulled my katana completly out and started to charge the man. With one fluid motion I sliced his right side and had the blade pointed at his neck as he stopped. There was a small amount of blood already leaking from him and his neck was red where the tip of my sword met his skin. He was holding up the object. It was a cell phone. This man looked exactly like Rob Corddry. Everyone stood still. Mr. Neeson was very confused with a frightened look on his face. Corddry tried to laugh but found it difficult with my blade pressed against his neck. He uttered "I mean, would you mind calling me?" I slowly looked back at Mr. Neeson who gave me the look as if he did not know this man. I lowered my blade and Corddry bent over placing his hands on his knees, gasping for breath. I walked back to Mr. Neeson and he whispered to me "Don't worry. He had a knife right?" I told him I saw an object, he yelled, and charged. Even though it was only a cell phone, it was still a threat. He looked at me with fixed eyes and said more sternly "No. He had a knife. We have no need to explain ourselves."

Mr. Neeson went to his table and somehow I went back to a table where my family was sitting. My mother couldn't believe I hurt the man when he didn't do anything. My father argued with her that he was going to do something and that I did the right thing. My brother agreed. And that's when I woke up.