Thursday, April 16, 2020

Story 337: Television Test Studio


           (In an office, a television studio executive and an assistant are seated at a desk across from a potential showrunner)
          Showrunner: Thank you so much for meeting with me today – I’m very excited to pitch this series to you.
            Executive: Yes, we can tell.  The premise does sound intriguing, so I, too, am excited about all the money we stand to make off of this thing.
            Showrunner: Well, this has been a labor of love for the past 10 years of my life –
            Executive: None of that matters if no one watches past the first 10 minutes of Episode 1; now pitch it to me.
       Showrunner: [Pitches high-concept, epically worldbuilt, complexly characterized, subtly philosophical, soulfully resounding series]
            Executive: (Leaning back with wide-open eyes) Wow.
            Showrunner: You’re darn right “Wow”: this whole thing’ll blow everyone’s minds and change the landscape of television forever, again.  So, yeah, that’s how the series ends; I think it should take about 15 episodes to tell the story properly.
          Executive: Whoa-whoa-whoa, back up a second there; all that was just for one season?
           Showrunner: Well, yeah; I mean, it’s a pretty tight story that can be told in a short period of time – wouldn’t want to end on a cliffhanger and get cancelled, am-I-right?
            Executive: With that kind of attitude, you will be!
            Showrunner: Oh.  OK, I guess you could split the series over two seasons with about seven or eight episodes each.
          Executive: With all due respect to our cousins across the pond – what do you think this is, British broadcasting?!
            Showrunner: Ummm, sooo, what exactly do you want?       
            Executive: Five seasons minimum.
            Showrunner: (Laughs hysterically, then stops abruptly) Oh, you’re serious?
            Executive: I’d actually prefer the series to be extended indefinitely, but my experience in this business has taught me to manage my expectations.
            Showrunner: But – but – that’s completely unsustainable!  Do you know how long it took me to lovingly craft this exquisite work of art?!
            Executive: Ten years, and yet I don’t care: either figure out how to stretch the story out over five seasons of 20-plus episodes each using however many clip shows you need, or figure out what shenanigans the characters can repetitively get into after the ending you currently have.  Find a way to make it work, or you have no show.
            Showrunner: (Pulls hair in despair) I can’t just add to a finished story; it’s complete as it is now!
           Executive: Tell that to the sponsors – they’re not gonna invest in a one-off that builds an audience of consumers just to drop off suddenly in less than a year.  The viewers will tell you the same: I can see the comments now on how they wasted their precious leisure time and brain power on an immersive fantasy world and realistic characters that all up and vanished when one measly season’s over.  The fan fiction alone will eat you alive.
          Showrunner: But the story is over, don’t you get it?!  Anything past that will be a disgusting shadow of its former glory!
           Executive: This is TV – nothing is ever over.  You want it to end on your terms, you should’ve written a novel.
            Showrunner: But none of the cool people I want as fans would read it!
            Assistant: If I may interject?
            Executive: Oh, forgot you were here; go ahead.
            Assistant: This show may be the perfect opportunity to use the Test Studio.
            Executive: Oh, right, forgot that was here, too.  (To Showrunner) Interested?
            Showrunner: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
          Executive: You heard in the news about the mini-black hole discovered right here on Earth recently, yes?
            Showrunner: Yeah, it’s messed up literally everything – so?
            Executive: Well, our studio bought it and –
            Showrunner: What?!
            Assistant: We decided to utilize it to create a Television Test Studio, sort of like a test kitchen without the disastrous consequences.  (Takes out a computer tablet and displays convoluted diagrams) Turns out the black hole leads to an alternate universe with an Earth just like ours in every way, except not everyone there’s left-handed for some reason.
            Executive: It’s a real drag.
           Assistant: So, we can produce your show on that Earth for five seasons and judge the reactions of that audience to see if it would work here, without any of the risk or potential loss of profit on this end.
          Showrunner: (Stares at the diagrams) This is a life-altering, universe-impacting discovery, and you’re using it to test a TV show?!
            Executive: I know, isn’t it great?!  It’ll save us a fortune!
            Assistant: And time: there’s some kind of temporal dilation once you cross the event horizon, so we can do the five years over there and then come back here with extremely minimal loss of time on this end.
            Showrunner: But we’d get older!
            Assistant: Over there, yeah, but we’d supposedly get the years back when we come over here again, kind of like changing time zones or what-not.
            Showrunner: I don’t think that’s how it works.
            Assistant: What can I tell you: I don’t science, I television.
            Executive: So, are you in?
            Showrunner: I don’t know, this is all so weird….
            Executive: You want your series baby see the light of day or not?
            Showrunner: Where do I sign?

FIVE YEARS LATER

        (In an Alternate Earth office, Executive and Assistant are seated at a desk across from Showrunner)
            Executive: So!  Reviews for last night’s episode are in.
            Showrunner: (Slumped in the seat) I know, and I don’t want to read them.
            Executive: Oh come on, it’s gotta be a little flattering to read all those embittered fans saying you’ve lost your way – means they loved you at some point!
            Showrunner: They called the show a dumpster fire and wondered how I could’ve written such a great first season if all the others are such obvious money-grabs!
            Executive: Yes, but those same people still give us their money to watch it, so that’s really on them.
          Showrunner: They said the show should’ve ended after Season 1!  I told you this would happen – they hate it, and now they hate me, not you!
          Executive: Calm yourself: they’re still buying the other seasons en masse; I fail to see why you’re letting a few trolls get you down.
            Showrunner: They’re the same fans who loved Season 1!
            Executive: Audiences can be a fickle crew.
         Showrunner: And you even lost money when you made me write Season 3 to take place entirely in the characters’ minds!  The CGI was eye-bleedingly terrible, and all the actors wanted higher salaries because they were practically doing one-person shows!  In pantomime!
          Executive: Yes, I did hate giving into the divas, but we’d’ve lost half the audience if any of those guys had walked out before we got a chance to kill them off between seasons.
           Showrunner: That’s another thing!  You knew the lead villain was supposed to die at the end of Season 1 because the story was over, but you said the audience loved him too much so I had to keep resurrecting him even though it made no sense!  The actor’s been begging me to kill the character for years because he can’t make it believable anymore!
            Executive: Well, then he clearly does not take his craft seriously.
            Showrunner: Whatever.  Series finale is next week and it can’t come soon enough; I just won't read anything about how much everyone hated it, that’s all.
           Executive: Yeah, about that: the show’s still trending in the top 10, so I’d like at least two more seasons to maximize our returns – three, if I can be greedy.
            Showrunner: (Stares in horror) It has been bled beyond dry.  The critics are right: I have been making this up as I go along, for years!
            Executive: True, but they don’t need to have that theory confirmed, do they?
          Showrunner: What am I gonna do with these characters for another 20 episodes?!  They’ve already saved the world 100 times, plus they’ve all hooked up with each other and had 15 babies with three more on the way; what’s next, they colonize Mars?!
            Executive: (Starts writing on a notepad) Ooh, that’s a great idea –
           Showrunner: (Slams hand on the desk) No!  No-no-no!  You’ve already warped my beautiful creation into an unrecognizable mass of rubbish; this madness ends now!
            Assistant: If I may interject?
            Executive: Oh, sorry, forgot you were here; go ahead.
           Assistant: I think our testing phase is complete and has effectively demonstrated that this show should only have one season.
          Executive: Oh, right, also forgot that’s what we’ve been doing here.  (To Showrunner) All right, you win: the viewers have clearly spoken and want just the one perfect season, so we’ll go back to our universe now and go do that.
            Showrunner: (Bleary-eyed) I don’t even remember why we came here.

APPROXIMATELY FOUR YEARS EARLIER

        (In the Prime Earth office, Executive and Assistant are seated at a desk across from Showrunner)
            Executive: Well, well, well!  It’s not often that I’m wrong, but I do admit when I am – the show was a smashing success, the viewers are sad that it’s over but continue to rave about how awesome it was, and our ratings have never been higher, all thanks to you!
            Showrunner: Wow.  Thank you for saying that: this past year’s been an immense relief, let me tell you, and fulfilling on a deep, personal level, if I might add.
            Executive: I wish you wouldn’t.
            Assistant: If I may interject?
            Executive: You always do.
          Assistant: Now that this show is completely over, we have been looking at the possibility of at least 10 spin-offs –
            (Showrunner face plants onto the desk)
            Executive: Oh, don’t be so glum – we have a whole alternate universe Test Studio to try them out in first!

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Story 336: Best Staycation EVER!


            (At home, Employee is wearing pajamas and stretched out on the bed, with a laptop, phone, and snacks within easy reach)
            Employee: (Scrolling through work e-mail) Sweet, no one expects me to answer these things in two seconds anymore; I could get used to this.  (Phone rings; Employee checks the caller ID and answers with a slight frown) Hey Boss, since Corporate won’t issue me a phone this call is eating up my minutes, what’s up?
            Manager: Yeah, so, I’m sure you’ve figured out by now we’ve not done so well this past quarter –
            Employee: No kidding, but at least our misery has global company this time, know-what-I-mean?
            Manager: …Right, so, I spoke with H.R. and they said you need to take a two-week vacation.  Starting now.
            Employee: (Sits up suddenly, disturbing potato chips) What?!  I’ve been saving those hours for Miami in the fall!
            Manager: Yeah, well, you may have all the hours in the fall if you don’t take your vacation now, know what I mean?
            Employee: Oh.  But the fall?
            Manager: Worry about the fall when it’s the fall – even after the two weeks you might have to be furloughed just so there’s still a company after all this is over.
           Employee: I guess – but Boss, hardly anything around here’s open, what am I gonna do for two-plus weeks?
           Manager: Don’t know and don’t care, just do your part and stay home!  And hopefully see you on the other side.
            Employee: What?  (Hears the call disconnect; stares at the phone, then at the laptop as the work e-mail access is cut off) Hm.  Indefinite vacation, nowhere to go, and nothing to do.  (Stares at the computer, then smiles evilly while flexing hands) Do my part, eh?  Golden age of technology, here I come.
            (An hour later, a masked food delivery worker arrives at Employee’s condo door, knocks, and sets down the bag just as Employee opens the door, still wearing pajamas and a bare face)
            Employee: Howdy!
            Food Delivery Worker: Ah!  You already paid!  (Flees)
          Employee: (Picks up the bag while staring at the fleeing figure) Must be new on the job.  (Returns indoors and dumps the bag and its contents just everywhere)
          (An hour later, a masked mail carrier arrives and sets down a package just as Employee opens the door, still wearing pajamas and a bare face)
            Employee: Howdy!
          Mail Carrier: Dude, wait till I’m gone, you all never leave me alone on a good day!  (Flees; barking dogs follow) Oh come on!
            Employee: (Picks up the package) Guess I’d be grumpy too if I had go through snow, rain, heat, and gloom of night.   (Returns indoors and dumps the box and its contents just everywhere) At last, I can finally watch the entire series in all its glory.  Again.  (Pulls out a DVD sleeve) Ew, not Season 1, though – that was garbage.  (Tosses it aside and brings the rest of the collection to the living room while rubbing eyes)
            (An hour later, Employee arrives at a video game store and is sprayed with disinfectant from head-to-toe by the hazmat-suited employee at the entrance)
            Video Game Store Employee: (Muffled voice) What do you want?
            Employee: (Spitting out disinfectant) And good day to you, too – (Holds out a disc in a case) I finished this and want a new one.
          Video Game Store Employee: (Grabs the case with a pair of tongs, tosses it over the front counter, then uses a separate pair of tongs to grab a random case and tosses it into Employee’s hands) Here – we’ll charge it to your account, now get out!
            Employee: (Turns over the case) But I don’t know anything about this one – can I test it out?  (Gestures with the case at the demo station, which is covered in caution tape)
            Video Game Store Employee: I wouldn’t.
            (On the way home, Employee detours onto the parkway)
            Employee: (Driving close to 100 mph with all the windows down) Woo-hoo!  Outta my way, slowpokes – oh that’s right, THERE’S NO ONE ELSE HERE!  (Reaches 100 mph) This is THE LIFE!  This is FREEDOM!  WHEEEEEE!!!! (Hears sirens and sees flashing lights in the rearview mirror) Oh, they’re still on the roads.
            (Several hours later, Employee waits in the condo development’s parking lot as a tow truck bearing a brand new car arrives)
            Employee: Yesssss!  Just the color I wanted and everything.  (Shouts to the masked driver) You can drop it into this spot here – my old car’s in impound, so they can keep it!  (As the driver lowers the car into the spot, Employee sees a masked neighbor out walking the dog) Howdy!  (Neighbor and dog stop to stare at the spectacle, Neighbor with furrowed eyebrows.  Employee chuckles and makes a show of pulling T-shirt over nose and mouth; immediately drops it after Neighbor and dog move on)
            Tow Truck Driver: (Unchaining new car) Be out of your way in a minute.
            Employee: No worries – I’ve got all the time in the world.  (Holds out some bills when the job is done)
           Tow Truck Driver: I don’t want your filthy money!  (Runs into the tow truck and speeds away)
            Employee: Hm.  Seems no one wants to get paid lately.
            (Later that night, Employee is playing the new video game)
           Employee: Ugh, these boss battles are the worst!  Knew they should’ve let me test it out, those wimps.  (The power suddenly cuts out as the entire development moans in unison) Great, now what am I gonna do?!  (There is a knock on the door) Ooh, pizza’s here!
(Within an hour, the power is restored)
Employee: (Sitting on the couch, texting on the phone when the lights suddenly blaze back on) Whew, thought we had an actual crisis there for a bit.  (Tries to start the video game on the TV again but sees that the modem now is damaged from a power surge) Oh no, another disaster!  When will this madness end?!  (Works on the phone while muttering) I’ll just hop on next door’s foolishly unsecure Wi-Fi and we’ll be back in business….
            (An hour later, a drone gently beats against Employee’s window; Employee opens it and takes a box from the drone)
            Drone: (Computer voice) Do not touch me.  (Flies away)
            Employee: Wow, they’re making those things smarter and smarter by the day.  That’s what we all should be worried about.

THE FOLLOWING WEEK

            (Employee wanders around the condo wearing ratty pajamas and messy hair while talking on the phone)
            Employee: …I don’t see what everyone’s complaining about – I’m having the time of my life, and I’m getting paid for it!  (Dumps the contents of a cereal box into mouth) Yeah, I know it’s just for now, but that’s next week’s problem…. Why should I?  It’s raining all the time, and you can get almost anything you want delivered.  I don’t even have to go to the grocery store – I just have them deliver whenever I run out of something.... Yeah, I could combine it into one big order, but when I run out I need it now `cause it’s important!  Besides, it’s job security for them, right?  I’m just doing my part like everyone keeps telling me to, right?  (There is a knock on the door) Speaking of which, sounds like my chocolate chip cookies are finally here, bye!  (Disconnects the call and opens the door; a box with a note is on the ground) So rude.  (Returns indoors, dumps the box and the contents just everywhere, and immediately begins eating the cookies while reading the note) …You guys can’t cut off home delivery for me, I’m your best customer!  And I only order four times a day, what’s the big deal?!  (Crumples up the note and tosses it onto the floor) Oh well, plenty of stores to move on to.  (Flops onto the couch, turns on the TV, eats more cookies, and sighs contentedly) Aaaaahhhh, I so love being on vacation and saving the world at the same time.  Those old timers were right: giving really is better than receiving.