Annun watched the chaos with growing irritation. It was seriously disturbing the awards ceremony. Things are getting out of hand here and I know just who to blame! She reached once more for her precious cell phone and dialed the familiar number.
“Well hello, Pete! … Yes, I’m fine thank you but now you’ll just listen to me for a while. I’m pretty upset at the moment and guess whose fault is that?? … Don’t know what I’m talking about, huh? Well let me tell you! Wargriders, hobbits and elves doing stunt-tricks and whatnot. Ring a bell? … Yes, do that please! … Just hold on a second.”
Annun did some more searching and finally, with the help of Sophia, she found a loud speaker which she connected to her mobile (got to admire this modern technology!).
“Ready when you are”, Annun exclaimed to the phone.
“CUUUUUUUTTTTT!!!!!!!” came the somewhat commanding voice calling for everyone’s attention. The auditorium hushed in a second, the odd wargs disappeared as if by magic and all the action ceased.
Annun sighed with relief, unplugged the loud speaker and spoke again to the receiver.
“Thanks a lot, PJ. Yes, that took care of our little problem here. Yes, there’s potential in some of them, natural talents I might say. … I’ll tell them you might be interested… Ok, let’s talk about business later, the show must go on now. Bye!”
With that she ended the call, gave the orchestra a mark to carry on and took her seat between smirking Sophia and Alak. The room waited in dead silence for the next award to be presented…
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