trying not to cough.
The woman tossed the butt away and extended her hand.
“I’m Natalie Albright, we’ve spoken on the phone. You’re eight minutes late,” she said as they shook hands.
“Follow me please.” She turned around and opened the maintenance door.
Shatner sneaked a look at her ass as he followed her in.
They were in a white hallway with a lush purple carpet floor. Natalie walked quickly down the hall and Shatner hurried to keep up.
“Over the next four days we have you scheduled for fifteen events. I recommend that you start preparing your acceptance speech for the ‘Achievements in Exceptional Shatnerisms ’ Award Banquet now. You will be expected to speak for at least three hours.”
The two rounded a corner and were going down another identical hallway.
“How…are you doing? Things… going smoothly so far?” asked Shatner. Come on, turn on that Shatner-charm.
“Everything’s functioning smoothly outside of your late arrival.” Natalie checked her watch.
“So are…we headed…to my room?” asked Shatner. It was obvious he wasn’t going to get anywhere with her. She was all business.
“Oh, no.”
They turned another corner and were standing in front of a door.
“Your first signing was supposed to start four minutes ago.”
Natalie pushed open the door. On the other side was a plain steel table. Sitting on each side of the table were three foot high stacks of Polaroid press-shots. In the center of the table was a single silver magic-marker.
Two large men dressed in riot gear stood on the other side of the table. They were facing the huge line of people that extended all the way across the several-hundred foot long room and out the door on the other side.
Shatner stepped out into the room and it exploded in cheers as the crowd saw their hero.
Give them what they want.
Shatner flashed a huge grin and waved his arms at the delirious acolytes.
“How long,” he said, turning back to Natalie, “am I here for?”
“An autograph was included in the price of admission. This is your first block for tickets numbered A01 to AAA54. It shouldn’t take you more than eight hours.”
Eight-fucking-hours! At least they’re paying me a fortune for this.
Shatner did his best to maintain his cheerful smile as he moved behind the table. He picked up the marker and popped the cap off as the two guards moved aside.
The first fan stepped forward and Shatner almost gasped aloud in horror. The man looked identical to Shatner—from his face to his hair to his body build and height.
“It is an honor to finally meet you.” The man even had the same voice.
It took all of his skills as a public entertainer for Shatner to not give away his shock.
The fan placed a copy of TekWar on the table and put out his hand. “I’m Bob Chaplin.”
Shatner turned back on and shook his hand. “Wow…it’s…just… like looking into a mirror.” He gestured at their clothes, “We’re…even wearing the same suits.” They were each dressed in navy blue suits, white undershirt, and pale blue ties with slanted white stripes.
The fan blushed. “It was really quite easy to figure out which outfit you would go with. You wear roughly the same thirteen configurations for public appearances. There was then the consideration of major con versus minor con, this obviously being a major con. That eliminated six possibilities. From there it was a simple matter of reviewing your last twenty-eight appearances and comparing that to your public dress history.”
Behind him Shatner heard a static-distorted voice, “Ms. Albright, we have a 2517.”
Shatner looked behind him and saw Natalie stepping away from the table and raising a walkie-talkie to her mouth.
“Could you sign it to: My Number 1
The woman tossed the butt away and extended her hand.
“I’m Natalie Albright, we’ve spoken on the phone. You’re eight minutes late,” she said as they shook hands.
“Follow me please.” She turned around and opened the maintenance door.
Shatner sneaked a look at her ass as he followed her in.
They were in a white hallway with a lush purple carpet floor. Natalie walked quickly down the hall and Shatner hurried to keep up.
“Over the next four days we have you scheduled for fifteen events. I recommend that you start preparing your acceptance speech for the ‘Achievements in Exceptional Shatnerisms ’ Award Banquet now. You will be expected to speak for at least three hours.”
The two rounded a corner and were going down another identical hallway.
“How…are you doing? Things… going smoothly so far?” asked Shatner. Come on, turn on that Shatner-charm.
“Everything’s functioning smoothly outside of your late arrival.” Natalie checked her watch.
“So are…we headed…to my room?” asked Shatner. It was obvious he wasn’t going to get anywhere with her. She was all business.
“Oh, no.”
They turned another corner and were standing in front of a door.
“Your first signing was supposed to start four minutes ago.”
Natalie pushed open the door. On the other side was a plain steel table. Sitting on each side of the table were three foot high stacks of Polaroid press-shots. In the center of the table was a single silver magic-marker.
Two large men dressed in riot gear stood on the other side of the table. They were facing the huge line of people that extended all the way across the several-hundred foot long room and out the door on the other side.
Shatner stepped out into the room and it exploded in cheers as the crowd saw their hero.
Give them what they want.
Shatner flashed a huge grin and waved his arms at the delirious acolytes.
“How long,” he said, turning back to Natalie, “am I here for?”
“An autograph was included in the price of admission. This is your first block for tickets numbered A01 to AAA54. It shouldn’t take you more than eight hours.”
Eight-fucking-hours! At least they’re paying me a fortune for this.
Shatner did his best to maintain his cheerful smile as he moved behind the table. He picked up the marker and popped the cap off as the two guards moved aside.
The first fan stepped forward and Shatner almost gasped aloud in horror. The man looked identical to Shatner—from his face to his hair to his body build and height.
“It is an honor to finally meet you.” The man even had the same voice.
It took all of his skills as a public entertainer for Shatner to not give away his shock.
The fan placed a copy of TekWar on the table and put out his hand. “I’m Bob Chaplin.”
Shatner turned back on and shook his hand. “Wow…it’s…just… like looking into a mirror.” He gestured at their clothes, “We’re…even wearing the same suits.” They were each dressed in navy blue suits, white undershirt, and pale blue ties with slanted white stripes.
The fan blushed. “It was really quite easy to figure out which outfit you would go with. You wear roughly the same thirteen configurations for public appearances. There was then the consideration of major con versus minor con, this obviously being a major con. That eliminated six possibilities. From there it was a simple matter of reviewing your last twenty-eight appearances and comparing that to your public dress history.”
Behind him Shatner heard a static-distorted voice, “Ms. Albright, we have a 2517.”
Shatner looked behind him and saw Natalie stepping away from the table and raising a walkie-talkie to her mouth.
“Could you sign it to: My Number 1
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