Day 273 – Fame – Short Story

The TV screen flickers to life, and an awkward middle aged man in a grey suite stares from the other side, smilingly faintly before adjusting himself in his seat, “Welcome back, this is Monger, and I, am James Mercado, tonight we are joined by reality TV star and icon, Patrick Templer,” he says, as the camera angle changes to include another man, his pecks dance, as he smirks, and nods his head towards James, and then the camera.

“Pleasure to be here broman,” Patrick says smugly, as he flexes his biceps, and puckers his lips several lips as if preparing himself for a kiss.

“Haha, yes, broman indeed,” James says awkwardly with a laugh, before adjusting himself in his seat once more, furrowing his brow, and leaning in towards Patrick. “Now, Patrick, if you don’t mind, I’d like to start off tonight, with something most people out there, in TV land, don’t know about you, about the real you, away from the spotlight of the cameras,” he says.

Patrick leans back in the chair and rubs one of his massive hands against his chin, tightening his lips together and pressing them against his nose, “James, bro, this, this has totally caught me off guard mate, I came here to talk about my new movie, not what I, Patrick Templer does outiside of my stardom,” he says, before turning swiftly back towards James, smiling for a moment, then quickly, dropping the trademark smile for a frown.

“Ummm, okay, yes, well, of course we’ll talk about the movie, but, I want to talk about all the causes you’ve been a part of in the last few months, because, when I saw the list, I couldn’t help but be mystified, I never knew you were so active in so many fields.”

Patrick shines his pearly white teeth into more with a broad smile, “I came from working class, my parents, worked hard to pay for my schooling, my degrees, my first car and home, and, well, I see so much out there, that I could do to make the word better, that I just want to get out there and do it, so, that’s where you’ll find me, when I’m not working on some multimillion dollar movie, in the trenches, helping those when need it.”

“Wow, that’s just extraordinary,” James says, as he smiles broadly. “Well Patrick, after hearing from you all about what you’ve done with your game, we took the time to contact several of the charities you’ve listed on your cv, and we’ve brought along a few of the workers, to share their stories about you,” he says, Patrick’s smile drops, and his face goes white as the blood drains out. “Are you okay, broman?” James asks.

END

9 Comments

  1. I’ve been away from the blogging community for a long time. It’s nice to come back here and see that Twisted Roads of Madness is still going!
    Awesome story man. Can’t wait for the next one!

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    • Haha, thanks so much, sometimes I’m surprised the road is still being travelled. The rules have changed, gone is the editing time, gone is the hour to write, now it’s spit fire and balls to the wall, and, somehow, I’m still enjoying it, great to see you back!

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  2. jac forsyth says:

    Nice! Love the imagery in this too, ‘Patrick leans back in the chair and rubs one of his massive hands against his chin.’ Sweet.

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    • Thanks so much, I was stuck with no idea tonight, and no time, this one, well, I have no idea where it came from, but the idea of those Hollywood types always saying they do so much, just to make their star bigger, intrigued me, if they were brought undone. Thanks again 👍 I’ve got to catch up with your blog, soon!!

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      • jac forsyth says:

        This 360 thing you’re doing is like a writers boot camp, mate. I’ll wager you couldn’t have just snapped out a great piece of: no time, no idea what to write about, short fiction like this when you started.

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      • Totally, I was more harder on what I was doing, the ideas became more lost, and I became more against what I was doing, that’s why I have so many unfinished ideas sitting in a pile, one day, once the 365 is up, they may all be birthed here as I clean out my closet, but, first, I’ll take a week or so off when this is all over, just to gather my self and catch up on all the blogs I’m having no time to read at the moment. My daughter has just moved up into a big girl bed, and well, sleep has been rough, although she’s finally starting to settle now, it’s still quite draining working 9+ hours a day, trying to find time to spend with my family, and sleep, and do this, it’s all become quite hectic, but, I still haven’t missed a day…. Yet HAHAH

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      • jac forsyth says:

        You haven’t missed a day! Discipline, pretends to be a bastard, but it’s actually on our side.

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      • Building blocks to better things.

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      • jac forsyth says:

        Hazaar to that, mate.

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