The doors to the WENN radio station opened to admit a tall athletically built teenager dressed in red and gold robes with knee and arm protectors. He held a fancy broomstick in his hand. Gertie had never seen the insignia on the robes before, but all she knew were the lamentable Pittsburgh Pirates who needed more than a logo change to improve ( Read more... )

A receptionist sat behind a desk next to an old-fashioned switchboard, occasionally snacking on a piece of peanut brittle. She was screening the incoming muses for the Writer who had sequestered herself in the Green Room. Glancing at the line forming up since that morning, the receptionist sighed. Her job didn't pay nearly enough for this ( Read more... )