think I am,” I said finally.
“So…you’re not gay but you’re asking a woman to go on a date with you?”
“Umm…” I thought about it. “I guess so. I’m not not gay either.”
“I see.”
I didn’t understand her confusion and then it dawned on me that she probably didn’t know about my clock. I thought everyone knew. It had been in the rag-mags, hinted at in interviews and had even been a plot twist for my character on Exquisite Afterlife. “I have a clock,” I said simply.
Now she was staring at me . At last, she said, “I know, Sky. Everyone knows that.”
We stared at each other for a long time. Finally, I said, “OK, then. Well, it was great working with you. You were really a tremendous help. Thanks so much for coaching me in the language and all that fun stuff.”
“Oh, no problem. It was a pleasure working with you too. You were a great student!”
I laughed falsely. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You were just a great teacher. But, good luck in whatever is next for you!”
“You too! Bye now.”
“Bye.”
43
And that was that.
I went back to LA and she went I didn’t know where.
Sky’s Infatuation Story.
The end.
44
The second season of Exquisite Afterlife began with a bang. Literally.
A week before our premier, President Guzman was assassinated, making Vice-President Beecher the first Mue president ever.
The country was thrown into turmoil; the racist Pure Humans were convinced it was all a conspiracy, that Mues were behind the president’s murder and there were even riots. Hatred was everywhere, Mues were constantly being attacked out on the street and sometimes in their homes. Mue shop-owners were terrorized and there were several cases of Mues being murdered.
All hell had broken loose and Mues were at the center of it.
Given the circumstances, our producers decided it would be best if we ceased shooting the show for a while, just until all the insanity abated. I was disappointed but I understood.
I holed up in my house and for the first time in my life, I bought a gun. I learned all about the weapon and went to a shooting range to practice with it. Using a gun is not easy for me at all. Not only do I hate the dreaded things but also, my trigger tongue is just not as strong as the average finger. I ended up having to have one specially made exactly to my specifications.
I hated having it, or more appropriately, having to have it, but I had to admit that it did make me feel safer. I was able to relax and not worry so much about what I would do if someone were to try entering my home and then, even worse, if they actually succeeded.
Without much to do, not daring to go out in public during this time, I took up painting again for the first time in years. Now I was able to afford actual canvases and made one of the spare bedrooms into a painting studio. For the first time, I had actual easels and didn’t have to hunch over a table or hold a piece of cardboard in my lap.
It was exciting, buying all the paraphernalia I needed, opening a tubes of paint and brand-new brushes. The paint tasted exactly as I remembered: disgusting. But I was able to get used to it fairly quickly, thanks to my mostly taste-bud free tongues.
Shooting was postponed for three weeks and in that time I painted a total of 45 paintings. When it was time to go back to work, I was invigorated. I felt like an artist again and I was anxious to apply my reborn enthusiasm to the show.
It worked too, as I think season two contains some of my best work ever on Exquisite Afterlife.
45
The show really took off its second year.
Suddenly, everyone knew who we were and crazy things like fan-clubs started springing up all over the place. The merchandising department was thrilled and all our faces started appearing in the most bizarre places. They made a total of seven
“So…you’re not gay but you’re asking a woman to go on a date with you?”
“Umm…” I thought about it. “I guess so. I’m not not gay either.”
“I see.”
I didn’t understand her confusion and then it dawned on me that she probably didn’t know about my clock. I thought everyone knew. It had been in the rag-mags, hinted at in interviews and had even been a plot twist for my character on Exquisite Afterlife. “I have a clock,” I said simply.
Now she was staring at me . At last, she said, “I know, Sky. Everyone knows that.”
We stared at each other for a long time. Finally, I said, “OK, then. Well, it was great working with you. You were really a tremendous help. Thanks so much for coaching me in the language and all that fun stuff.”
“Oh, no problem. It was a pleasure working with you too. You were a great student!”
I laughed falsely. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You were just a great teacher. But, good luck in whatever is next for you!”
“You too! Bye now.”
“Bye.”
43
And that was that.
I went back to LA and she went I didn’t know where.
Sky’s Infatuation Story.
The end.
44
The second season of Exquisite Afterlife began with a bang. Literally.
A week before our premier, President Guzman was assassinated, making Vice-President Beecher the first Mue president ever.
The country was thrown into turmoil; the racist Pure Humans were convinced it was all a conspiracy, that Mues were behind the president’s murder and there were even riots. Hatred was everywhere, Mues were constantly being attacked out on the street and sometimes in their homes. Mue shop-owners were terrorized and there were several cases of Mues being murdered.
All hell had broken loose and Mues were at the center of it.
Given the circumstances, our producers decided it would be best if we ceased shooting the show for a while, just until all the insanity abated. I was disappointed but I understood.
I holed up in my house and for the first time in my life, I bought a gun. I learned all about the weapon and went to a shooting range to practice with it. Using a gun is not easy for me at all. Not only do I hate the dreaded things but also, my trigger tongue is just not as strong as the average finger. I ended up having to have one specially made exactly to my specifications.
I hated having it, or more appropriately, having to have it, but I had to admit that it did make me feel safer. I was able to relax and not worry so much about what I would do if someone were to try entering my home and then, even worse, if they actually succeeded.
Without much to do, not daring to go out in public during this time, I took up painting again for the first time in years. Now I was able to afford actual canvases and made one of the spare bedrooms into a painting studio. For the first time, I had actual easels and didn’t have to hunch over a table or hold a piece of cardboard in my lap.
It was exciting, buying all the paraphernalia I needed, opening a tubes of paint and brand-new brushes. The paint tasted exactly as I remembered: disgusting. But I was able to get used to it fairly quickly, thanks to my mostly taste-bud free tongues.
Shooting was postponed for three weeks and in that time I painted a total of 45 paintings. When it was time to go back to work, I was invigorated. I felt like an artist again and I was anxious to apply my reborn enthusiasm to the show.
It worked too, as I think season two contains some of my best work ever on Exquisite Afterlife.
45
The show really took off its second year.
Suddenly, everyone knew who we were and crazy things like fan-clubs started springing up all over the place. The merchandising department was thrilled and all our faces started appearing in the most bizarre places. They made a total of seven
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