None… Somebody Interrupts!

Suddenly John Doe feels a hand grip his shoulder. He turns his attention to see a handsome man smiling at him. “I heard you’re looking to interview a great writer,” he says still smiling.

Suddenly Jane’s attention is renewed and she returns it to the new interviewee. “Ohhh, who do we have here?” she almost moans.

“The name’s Tim, but you can call me, Niceguy,” says the man in a charming and soothing voice.

Lilguy watches in horror as Niceguy begins to lead the interviewing duo toward his booth. “That bastard!” he sighs under his breath before resuming his nose picking. Lilguy watched a little longer, almost admiring the confidence that was oozing out of Niceguy.

The new writer calling himself Niceguy showed John and Jane his booth; they were immediately greeted by a group of beautiful people. “These are my characters,” Tim told them.

Before John Doe was able to ask his first question the lights went out, plunging the convention center into complete darkness. A huge spotlight clicked on and quickly zoomed around the room. It came to a stop, focused on a large stage in the middle of the room. There was a man wearing a tuxedo and a mask that covered half of his face. On his head he wore a strange black, round rimmed hat. He had a microphone in one hand and was preparing to speak. “Greetings Members!” his voice bellowed. “I am the Phantom Moderator!” His name caused laughter among the guest, for it was sad but true.

“I’d like to draw your attention to this bed,” he said pointing to a large bed behind him on the stage. “We have a special show for everybody here tonight! Now, I present to you our entertainers for the night!”