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Howard Buckley
“Where is the host?” Beatrice asked as she was checking out the set-up on the stage.
The guest speakers for the podcasting conference were beginning to find their way into the convention area. It was all types of people, and the chattering would be expected. Bea, and her friend Alice took the liberty of going onto the stage, to check things out. They felt privileged due to being presenters.
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The Emcee of the event was M.I.A. He had an appointment to meet with the presenters in the convention auditorium that was supposed to happen an hour before the start of the evening presentation. It was fifteen minutes to start time.
“He was here this afternoon, Ma’am”, one of the location Staff said. “We haven’t seen him since.” His name was Howard Buckley, a local News Anchor.
The house was filling up quickly, Alice was surveying the crowd, asking if anyone knew where the host was. People cared, but not that much. Large events like this run into issues, most people understand that.
The presenters were gathered at the front of the house, trying to figure out what they would do. It was decided that if there is no change in the situation in 15 minutes that they would go ahead with the schedule, without the host. Bea went over to the podium at stage right and tapped for a mic test. The sound booth guy turned on the mic and gave her an OK sign. She announced the plan to the crowd, and then stepped away from the mic.
On the stage was a couch and a matching chair, with a side table between them, and a long coffee table in front of the couch. It was a pleasant set-up that included a vase and flower, with a pitcher of water and drinking glasses.
The presenters were the award winners from the previous year, and they would announce and present those awards to this year’s recipients. Pretty simple really. They had been apprised already of the new awardees. This way they could prepare their introductions.
The location was great. It was a soundstage and a studio, with a live performance auditorium. It was a media center contributed to the community by a local musician and actor couple who weren’t nationally known, but who had great success on the business end of show business, as producers. For that reason, the place was equipped with all the things that young, aspiring performers could use to help with their success.
The time they had decided had come, and there was still no sign of the host. The presenters decided to get on stage and use the couch and chair for waiting their turns. They attached their wireless clip-on mics and had some quick testing with the sound both, and everything was go.
Everything went smoothly, right to the very end of the program. It was fun not having a host. Things were spontaneous, there was a lot of humor, and all the other services did their jobs too. All the recipients did their interviews and photo ops, alone and together with their presenters and as a group. There was musical entertainment and a stand-up comic. A fun Saturday night, for sure.
Throughout the evening, people working there grew concerned about the host. The administrators of the place started to consider legal ramifications, and local law enforcement were notified, everyone knew who Howard was.
Howard was a senior news man at the local TV station. He had weekends with his family, everyone was quite concerned. His family was most devastated when he wasn’t even at the station on Monday. Not only was this terrible enough, but it was even worse now, because there was no way Howard would be absent from work unless there was a very serious issue.
A week and a half later, the headline of the news outlet read,
Anchorman Howard Buckley Mystery Solved: Beloved Local Favorite Found Locked in Soundproof Booth at Community Soundstage Auditorium. Deceased.
666 Words
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By Herschel Sterling- Human made stories for your Smartbrain™ to ponder.“Where is the host?” Beatrice asked as she was checking out the set-up on the stage.
The guest speakers for the podcasting conference were beginning to find their way into the convention area. It was all types of people, and the chattering would be expected. Bea, and her friend Alice took the liberty of going onto the stage, to check things out. They felt privileged due to being presenters.
* Get my $5 eBook | The political class in 15 minutes or less
* Use this link for discounted tech items. Refurbished, open box, etc.
* Check out The Arc of The Bard Fiction Writers interview podcast
* Read and share my GiveSendGo
The Emcee of the event was M.I.A. He had an appointment to meet with the presenters in the convention auditorium that was supposed to happen an hour before the start of the evening presentation. It was fifteen minutes to start time.
“He was here this afternoon, Ma’am”, one of the location Staff said. “We haven’t seen him since.” His name was Howard Buckley, a local News Anchor.
The house was filling up quickly, Alice was surveying the crowd, asking if anyone knew where the host was. People cared, but not that much. Large events like this run into issues, most people understand that.
The presenters were gathered at the front of the house, trying to figure out what they would do. It was decided that if there is no change in the situation in 15 minutes that they would go ahead with the schedule, without the host. Bea went over to the podium at stage right and tapped for a mic test. The sound booth guy turned on the mic and gave her an OK sign. She announced the plan to the crowd, and then stepped away from the mic.
On the stage was a couch and a matching chair, with a side table between them, and a long coffee table in front of the couch. It was a pleasant set-up that included a vase and flower, with a pitcher of water and drinking glasses.
The presenters were the award winners from the previous year, and they would announce and present those awards to this year’s recipients. Pretty simple really. They had been apprised already of the new awardees. This way they could prepare their introductions.
The location was great. It was a soundstage and a studio, with a live performance auditorium. It was a media center contributed to the community by a local musician and actor couple who weren’t nationally known, but who had great success on the business end of show business, as producers. For that reason, the place was equipped with all the things that young, aspiring performers could use to help with their success.
The time they had decided had come, and there was still no sign of the host. The presenters decided to get on stage and use the couch and chair for waiting their turns. They attached their wireless clip-on mics and had some quick testing with the sound both, and everything was go.
Everything went smoothly, right to the very end of the program. It was fun not having a host. Things were spontaneous, there was a lot of humor, and all the other services did their jobs too. All the recipients did their interviews and photo ops, alone and together with their presenters and as a group. There was musical entertainment and a stand-up comic. A fun Saturday night, for sure.
Throughout the evening, people working there grew concerned about the host. The administrators of the place started to consider legal ramifications, and local law enforcement were notified, everyone knew who Howard was.
Howard was a senior news man at the local TV station. He had weekends with his family, everyone was quite concerned. His family was most devastated when he wasn’t even at the station on Monday. Not only was this terrible enough, but it was even worse now, because there was no way Howard would be absent from work unless there was a very serious issue.
A week and a half later, the headline of the news outlet read,
Anchorman Howard Buckley Mystery Solved: Beloved Local Favorite Found Locked in Soundproof Booth at Community Soundstage Auditorium. Deceased.
666 Words
Fresh The Arc of The Bard interview releases tomorrow, Monday, Feb 16.
Where do stories come from?
This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit commercialherschel.substack.com/subscribe