The Storyteller
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Serenno – immediately following the latest results announcement
Titus Fez lounged in the dressing room, leg folded over the other, as he read the latest tabloid. Once again, his stunning performance during last week’s interview was omitted. He frowned and shook his head, tutting to himself. These critics wouldn’t know true talent if it came and bit them in the as-
A loud knock on the door cut his thought short. With an exasperated sigh, he waved to the attendant droid to open the door and let in whomever was disturbing his alone time. The underpaid (read: entirely unpaid) intern beckoned to him that it was time to go on stage for this week’s interview. He flopped into the cushioned chair and faced away from the cameras, counting in his head for the perfect moment. The lights cut on and he slowly, dramatically turned the chair around to face the cameras. He smiled to an imaginary audience, waving to the sounds of clapping audio clips. His teeth shined with a brilliant white sheen and his makeup was absolutely perfect, as was his well-coifed hair.
”Emperor Rask still hasn’t found true love,” he began, the smile on his face shifting into a deep, well-practiced frown. ”And, unfortunately, his list grows shorter and shorter.”
”Tonight, we’ll talk to this week’s loser about what went wrong and how she failed to snag the Emperor’s heart.” He rose and gestured dramatically to the side of the stage, where Solone would promptly be shoved into the light and the full view of the cameras broadcasting to the entire galaxy. ”Ladies and gentlemen, the Keeper from Krownest, the Wondrous Mandalorian Marauder and this week’s fabulous failure: Solone Wren!”
Solone’s entrance was accompanied by more clapping clips, and even Titus joined in, albeit far more slowly and solemnly. When Solone approached and took a seat, he would follow suit. Crossing one leg over the other, he looked Solone in her eyes before he spoke. ”Solone,” he began, rhythmically drumming against his leg with his fingers, ”This must be devastating for you. Please, tell us what’s going on in your mind. We’re dying to know.”
@GABA