Post by SUNNY CRUSOE on Mar 11, 2013 21:46:00 GMT -5
It wasn’t often that Sunny was around young people. Oh sure, they liked his books well enough, so he did run into the odd one, but to be in the same place as a whole horde of them was something else. Well, he was in their territory, so it was expected.
And just how did he happen to be there...well, apparently there had been enough Xanex in the world to get him standing in front of Professor what’sit’s Creative Writing 2500 class, talking about what it took to be a published novelist. It had been surprisingly interesting, and by the end when his pills started wearing off, he had even answered questions that were completely off topic and told stories about how he’d come up with his first stories about the Island. It had been enjoyable.
However, when he’d been trying to leave, he’d somehow gotten lost and ended up in the auditorium where some acting performance was going on. Skit comedy or something, excerpts from novels, interesting stuff that he wasn’t so sure he would normally sit through, but it was entertaining. It almost caused him to forget that there were hundreds of students were shoved around him, making the space far too warm. He kind of wished he’d taken extra medication with him, but this was his life. At least he wasn’t the centre of attention.
“Ladies and Gents! This would normally end our performance, but we have it on good authority that the famous podcast duo, Kurt and Burt, are in this very room!”
Kurt and Burt? What terrible people chose to go by those names?
“Now, let’s get them up here! Spin that spotlight onto Kurt!”
Suddenly, Sunny was blinded by fake light. He couldn’t do more than try and block it with his hands, but he didn’t get very far with that. He was jostled by cheering university students who were all shoving him in the direction of that awful light. By the time it cleared, he was standing on their stage, blinking at the cheering crowd, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Now, what would a duo be without both members present? Let’s get Burt up here!”
A moment later some other poor schmuck was in the spotlight – probably someone who wasn’t this Burt guy, either. Oh, this was not going to be fun.
“I’m not this Kurt guy,” he said to the kid with the mic. “And from the look on this guy’s face, I doubt his mother named him Burt.”
“Look, you’ve been paid. Do your song and dance routine and everything’s going to be hunky-dory,” the kid hissed, hand firmly covering the mic so no one else would hear, before removing it and beaming brightly. “Of course you can’t work without Burt! Let’s hear it for Burt!”
Sunny blinked. Oh, so it was like that. He smirked a bit. This was going to be very fun. Hopefully his new partner in crime would be up for it.
