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|SirSoundwaveIV||Oct 1 2012, 06:50 PM|
Late Night With The Writer
The stage is revealed by a pair of opening red curtains. It’s a rather simple set up- the center of it has a desk with a few various papers and cards scattered about it. A full orchestra was set up to the left of the desk, a group of humans in tuxedos holding various instruments. A small Ducklett in a tuxedo sat in front of the band, holding a conductor’s stick. Suddenly, the band began playing a catchy, jazzy, tune. A deep voice boomed over the stage’s loudspeakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Late Night With The Writer! Heeeeeeere’s your host, The Writer!” A man no older than twenty walked out onto the stage, wearing a black tuxedo, complete with black shoes and a tie. The man was rather overweight, but he walked with confidence. Short black-brown hair showed evidence of early balding, and a rather thick beard covered the bottom of his face, though his upper lip was clean. He waved to the cheering audience as he walked in front of the dark stage backdrop, and sat in his chair, smiling. His deep brown eyes observed the audience before he spoke.
“Welcome, folks! First time talking to you all directly, and boy we have a great show for you tonight! Now, since we’ve been 14 chapters into this story, I figured it was time for a change of pace… so I’m here to ask your favorite characters some questions for you!”
“Except for one that’s not really a question,” the Ducklett remarks.
“Shut up, Wade,” The Writer snaps.
“Sorry, I don’t listen to egotistical douchebags that put themselves in the story they’re writing as a talkshow host,” Wade snaps back.
“And I don’t listen to Fly slaves.” The Ducklett gasps in horror.
“YOU SWORE YOU’D NEVER TELL!”
“… dude, I’ve mentioned you on the skype chat AT LEAST twice.”
“… that doesn’t make you any less of a bastard…” he whines. The Writer rolls his eyes in frustration.
“Anyway, you guys had some questions for me so I’ll answer em first!”
“… And now that’s over with, it’s time to call Aile and her entire team onto the set!” The audience cheers as the brunette walks on stage, her team close behind her. She sits down in a leather chair and looks to The Writer.
“Glad to be here, Writer,” she greets.
“Cool, let’s get right down to the questions, then,” he answers.
The Rest of The Team
“And that’s all for Aile and her team, come back after our commercial break and we’ll have a couple of more guests before we’re done for the night!”
“… why exactly do we have commercials when you’re in control of EVERYTHING here and don’t need any funding?” Wade questions.
“Shut up, Wade.”
The commercials flash by in an instant, and two older women take Aile and company’s place.
“Ladies and gentlemen, here are Aurea Juniper and Anabelle!” The two wave to the audience. “Now, here are your questions, ladies”
“… and yeah that was… that was it. Thank you for coming on the show for this oh so brief period of time, ladies!” The two wave good bye and walk off of the stage, the writer thankful he didn't actually have to figure out how Aurea would react to Anabelle since this wasn't canon and just some funky bullshit he thought up.
“Anyway, that’s our show for the night, folks! Thanks for tuning in, even with my douche of an assistant, and see you next time!” A nifty jazz tune, same as before, plays as the lights dim on stage, Wade seemingly cursing out The Writer for the last insult.
Edited by SirSoundwaveIV, Nov 10 2013, 10:53 AM.
Banner done by Hawkfire, run cancelled
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