The elevator's doors opened… and out stepped Oliver and Kyle.
The reactions of SpawnPoint Studio's employees…
Well, it was to be expected, to say the least.
Silence descended upon the mini lobby, its entire ambience, having shifted from genuine curiosity to a mix of shocked awe, confusion and disbelief… but mostly shocked awe.
Right before them was one of the most popular actor and musician in recent memory!
Yet, they all couldn't help but question…
Was it really Kyle Kestis in the flesh?!
Yes, well, they could all see that but, then again, him being here raised so many questions they just couldn't seem to wrap their head around.
Shouldn't he have a crap ton of things to do in Hollywood with his exponential rise to stardom?
There were magazines, no?!
Talk shows?!
Interviews?!
Podcasts?!
Modelling?!
Advertisements?!
Photoshoots?!
Parties?!
Complicated by Avril Lavigne.
You'd think, that considering this darn author went radio silent for almost a month, he must've and should've stockpiled a crap-ton of chapters right? Right?
Wrong!
I'm so incompetent, I know. Crucifixion is such a light punishment for my crimes too.
Which is why I shamelessly ask of you to spare me and my inadequacies. I'm only human, after all.
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