“Ok guys, I got us a new room”, Jax smiles, “Mr. Shatner won’t be happy but we’ve got the penthouse suite.”
“Oh sure, just let me get my shit together”, I make a pretense of placing some stuff in my knapsack then pull out my old commlink and set it up to record video. Once I have the ’link in an unobtrusive spot, I grab my knapsack and head for the door. When we get to the suite, I message Sanjay, “You still have access to my old commlink right? I mean its still in your pot or whatever? That means you have access to it right?”
“Yes, its part of my PAN slaved to my deck and of course I have access to it. Why?”
“Check the camera around 8am tomorrow although if there isn’t anything interesting check the video feed from a bit earlier…”, I’d previous checked the schedule and saw a fan signing with Shatner starting at 1pm tomorrow.
Sanjay rolls out of bed, gets dressed, heats an instant soy Mc’Spresso pack, grabs his coffee and makes his way to his deck. 7:58 perfect timing. He logs in, finds the old Apple iLink on his PAN and checks the video feed. Is that Jax sleeping? Didn’t think she’d snore like a bear…
8:00, the alarm goes off. “Good morning Cape Town listeners. You are listening to CCFM 107.5. Changing lives for good!”
“God dammit!!”, a hoarse male voice. A big hand reaches over and slaps at the alarm clock.
Is Jax sleeping with someone or did they all share a room, Sanjay wonders.
A minute later, Sanjay sees large hairy legs walk past the camera and grab a commlink off the night table. That can’t be Alan, André or Bryan.
“God damned… alarm. Shitty room. Middle of… the night.”, the same grumbling male voice then starts going through voice exercises, “Hmmmmmmaaaaahhhhhhhhh…. Hmmmmmmaaaaahhhhhhhhh…”
After 5 minutes, “Contact Price… Line customer… support.”
“Searching, custom escort prices.”
“No, not… escorts. Actually, save those search… results for later. Con-Tact Price-Line Incorporated Cus-Tomer Support.”, the legs walk back into the camera’s path and a hand reaches down to scratch a large hairy ass.
After having been woken by Erin early in the morning, having struggled to get in my Gandalf costume on the run while trying to keep up with the kids, I get a text from Sanjay and remember I’d ‘forgot’ to clear the alarm I’d set for 8am in Shatner’s room, “So I don’t know why there was a rather rotund old man with a hairy buttocks staying in Jax’s room. He sounded like Captain Kirk, you know from Star Trek. He is a terrible singer.”
I text back: “Well looks like you’ve boldly gone where no man has gone before.”