Finally! Someone that recognized his greatness! As the carpet, fanfare and girls in waiting all appeared suddenly, he was only momentarily stunned by their arrival from nowhere. Beaming a grin, he walked with his head held high down the carpet, pumping his arms up and down like a soldier returning from a battle won. “Heh,” he chuckled, leaning his hands on the table to support his weight, as though being a champion was a heavy burden. “Well, let’s just save the autographs for after my celebration in the winners circle, eh?” it was false modesty, but he knew that sometimes that’s what cajoled a crowd even further.
“So this’s the startin’ point?” he looked around, arms crossed over his chest now. “No problem. This is in the bag. Jus’ point me in the direction’a my equipment, and enjoy the show!”
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“So this’s the startin’ point?” he looked around, arms crossed over his chest now. “No problem. This is in the bag. Jus’ point me in the direction’a my equipment, and enjoy the show!”