The red carpet show

From her vantage point on the raised media platform, Natalie could see everything that was happening on the red carpet below, and if she wanted to get a closer look at anything in particular, the screens in front of her were showing the action from every conceivable angle. She was surveying the event in the company of Tyler and Elijah, her eager assistants.

The first celebrities had already started trickling in and the fans were slowly but surely getting worked up. One of the screens in front of Natalie was showing an interview with a fat, jolly man wearing overalls and a cowboy hat. "Ah jus' came here to stick mah python down that there Caitlin Myer's purdy little ass, ya know?" he drawled at the camera. "That's my Lara's favorite singer in the whole wide world, but she couldn't come with me today to see her, so I thought I could at least send mah li'l angel an instamagram of her boring ole dad's beaver buster lodged inside that million-dollar butthole!"

Another screen was showing a middle-aged woman excitedly thumbing through a gallery of pictures on her phone's screen, each of which showed her and rock guitarist John Hely at different events. In one photo, she was grabbing his dick with both hands while beaming at the camera; in the next, she was bent over the railing at a concert while Hely was ramming her from behind. She was just telling the interviewer that she hoped she could get Hely to spurt his signature across her chest tonight.