Public Relations

She lingers in the steady stream from the shower to wash away the remnants of a marathon day. There is nothing fancy about the room, but it is clean.  And luxuriously quiet.  No kids for a change.  Not only do these gigs allow her the chance to get a decent sound sleep, but the organizers secure and finance her lodgings for the appearance.

These conventions get pretty intense.  Her wrist still aches from scrawling autographs for the many fans that have come to meet her in the flesh.  And the constant parade of flashing cameras has left her jaw feeling a little sore from all the smiling.  

She tucks her long mane of black hair into a towel and calmly slides into a plush robe.  She has no intention of engaging in the after party.  Certain temptations are best kept at bay.  

The excitement in their faces never fails to fill her with gratitude.  The disciples of cult television are a devoted bunch.  

She clicks the remote and settles into the queen bed.  A news clip features footage from the event.  She recognizes her voice from the panel discussion held later in the day.  

“It had been a gamble for the producers to try and replicate a live television anthology series modeled from the pages of Heavy Metal magazine. And to further bring an unknown actress into the fold with only two other acting credits.”

A montage of stills from the show play as her voice continues.

“But television was desperately in need of something with kick and audiences were responding.    It took a renegade network to resurrect an extinct genre from the eighties, and despite the doubts, sword and sorcery is back.”

She is impressed by the audio clips selected.  It should be enough to keep her around for another season.