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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Guest Announcer

I arrived at the stadium and was met by a smartly dressed woman (in blue and gold) and given a quick tour of the new facility. It still had the open breezeway's between levels and the centralized staircase pillars, two per side and one on the north end of the field. The concrete floors had been tiled over with an industrial beige textured material, and the metal safety rails and fences were painted bright red (not the electric blue like I was expecting.) The other end of the field had the Giant Display, which was currently showing the view of the bay from the camera on top of the screen. The sun was just heading into a low marine cloud bank, but the sky above the bay was bright and clear and reflecting off the glassy smooth waters of the bay. A large sailboat slipped through the water it's wake rolling silently away. It would be a great advertisement for the city, I thought.

We made our way to the announcer's booth, the local booth was open but under a long overhang, so no matter the weather, it would be comfortable. There were closed broadcaster's booths a couple to either side and there was a green room across the open breezeway, tucked between the bar and the souvenir shop. When I got to the booth, the people there greeted me, and handed me the Blue blazer with the bolt on the back and lapels. It complemented my Jelly-fish shirt quite well. I was also handed a baseball cap with the team's logo, but I was wearing a knit cap with the logo already, so I just set it on the desk, taking it out of the bag and making sure the logo was facing the camera pole outside the booth. Instead of the teleprompter, they had a long glossy paper scroll for me to read from. A memento of the occasion.

I sat down at the mic and we did a mic check, I read through the script, which they recorded (in case I would freeze up.) As the script started to make no sense, I realized I was dreaming and deliberately looked away from it, focusing on the people on the field getting it ready for the game and the stands. It worked, I drifted deeper into the dream. The stands filled, I was having fun watching the closeups of the folks on the large screen, especially as the people I'd invited started showing up. There were a lot more of them than I thought there would be. (The team assured me that my section would be full, no matter how many of my friends and former co-workers showed up, or didn't show up. I was a little sad that the team still had to give tickets away to fill up the stands. Well, after several minutes, it looked like they were opening up the overflow reserved "buffer seats" on either side of my section as we got closer to the opening of the game, so I guess I shouldn't have worried. It seemed like I pretty much recognized everyone, or at least one or two members of each of the larger family groups.

I got the queue and launched into my announcements. Just like practice, I added in some of my own comments, which garnered some laughs and even applause. After the National anthem the regular announcer introduced me as the former voice of PUSD's Help Desk, and said I would be staying on for the rest of the game. That was a surprise. I did, even taking turns reading the "color" statistics from the second teleprompter. About a third of the way into the first half, the producer handed us a note. One of the car dealerships had asked if it would be okay if I read their ad instead of the owner. There was a number written on the paper. I asked what that was. "Your pay, if you want to do it."

I said sure, a couple of hundred bucks would come in handy. I did all of the announcements during the half time show so the regular announcer could take a break. Then I took a break. While we were reading the car commercial, they put the three of us up on the large screen. By this time I was fully aware that I was dreaming, so was milking the experience for everything it was worth.

Woke up refreshed and happy, such a fun dream.

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