Viridian Dreams

[pchwang]

Yuri Michaels took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

"Press pass," demanded a bald, stocky security guard.

"My name is Yuri Michaels, and I'm act..."

Before Yuri could finish, the guard interrupted him. "Press pass."

"Look, just let me finish," said Yuri. "I'm..."

"Without a press pass, I can't let you in," interrupted the security guard again.

Yuri glanced at his watch. He was exasperated by now. He held up his camera. "Look, buddy. I'm trying to be nice here. But if you want me to go back to my editors at the Cambridge Geographic Society and say that some stupid guard without a college degree named..."

Yuri leaned forward to look at the guard's name tag. "...Menard, I'll gladly go do it. We're one of Mr. Simmons' most active contributors, and the folks back home are not going to like what happened here today."

The security guard grimaced. "Get in there."

Yuri shouldered his equipment and nodded. "Thank you."

The session had not begun yet. Using his equipment as a de facto indication that he was press, Yuri skimmed through the crowds of people with the help of a few ushers who were assisting the press get to the front of the area. Yuri set up his equipment, took a seat, checked his watch, and prayed that nothing bad would happen to Alice.

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[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: <_<

Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?