Elian couldn't describe the feelings that went through him in that single moment of seeing the message. It had come at the perfect time, at the last moment. Save the best for last, they say.
Elian wasn't sure if he was to scream or jump or laugh or cry in joy, but he certainly knew that the screaming part wasn't even in the picture, even though that's what he wanted to do the most.
This was in the middle of the night, if he attempted screaming, then he would be waking everyone and they definitely wouldn't take the news as happily as they were supposed to.
"Should I wake Mom and Dad?" Elian asked himself aloud, his excitement pouring. Finally, he had been called to play in England's national team, at the age of seventeen.
"Nah, forget that. Don't wake them up." Meta said, refusing Elian's idea.
"Then what do I do?" Elian asked. "Somebody needs to hear this."