As per normal again, Friday Fictioneers! Here’s my contribution, after nearly 3 long months of rest and agonizing over grad school applications:
Bright lights shone across the sky.
The beam blasted from the tower into the room of one Marc Lavagneur, paparazzi extraordinaire and general pain in the butt.
“Gah! Can’t they just stop with the light already? I get the picture!” he yelled out the window.
He walked over to his phone and dialed up a number he never wanted to call.
“Hello? Creative Arts Agency? This is Marc Lavagneur. I give up. I’m done.”
The light stayed on.
“AND TELL LONI ANDERSON TO CLOSE HER MOUTH! IT’S BLINDING ME!”
The light suddenly went off.