- Lost Foundations -

The Interview

"Also, speaking from practical experience, as psychic as I am, I can't read mind, either." the young woman said, flipping her hair over her shoulder, smiling at an the audience of the popular day time talk show. "Really, give us an example." The host said, leaning closer, crossing his legs at the ankle. The woman sighed, racking her brain, trying to think of an answer that didn't sound boring and bland. She was tired. She had flown all night to make it from California to New York in time for this interview, still had a book signing and several other publicity stops before her day was done, and these bloody lights were HOT. She answered the question absently, not even hearing what she said as she forced her mouth to form another grin, upholding her image as the cute girl next door that just happened to have a special gift. Weariness burned at her eyes, dragging her whole body down. She closed her eyes for a moment, an extended blink, and when she opened them, the size of the audience had doubled. Not that that was unusual. She was so tired she had let her inner "shields" drop. She was now seeing the world as it truly was. A lot more crowded and noisy then most people saw it. Sighing, she waited until there was a pause in the recording, a gap for them to insert commercials into and yawned, covering her mouth, turning away from the audience. As she did so, she saw a small, black terrier dog, sitting just off to the side of the stage, watching her. Blinking slowly she watched as the dog stood and moved slowly towards her, almost reaching her chair before suddenly darting off to the side and doing an odd little roll before laying still, his head on his paws, watching her again. Just as the camera started rolling the dog darted past her again and she turned, following it it's progress, ignoring the confused looks. She was so focused on the dog that she leaned over in her chair, tipping it as she put too much weight on one side. The momentum of leaning forward and push from tipping the chair, caused her to roll slightly and she was just about to stand up, embarrassed, when a stage light came crashing down, smashing her chair. The little black dog returned and licked her face, before fading from sight.