I typically don’t read the comments on my episodes in realtime.
“What do you say?” Chet grins at me, and I glance at Lindsey standing in the shadows near the camera crew.
Our eyes hold, and I can tell she’s as concerned as I am. Chet’s a loose cannon, and he’s already tried togotchame once today. I don’t like being out of control of the mic.
At the same time, it would expand our audience if I joined him for a special edition. My lips twist, and she shrugs, giving me a covert thumbs-up.
I inhale slowly, turning to him. “I guess one time couldn’t hurt.”
The screen erupts with confetti horns and hearts, along with angry red faces and thumbs down, and my host leans back in his chair, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. “This is going to be epic.”
* * *
K-Brad
I don’t like Chet Arnold. He’s the ick.
My phone ison the counter in my bathroom, and I glance down while brushing my teeth. When I read the text, my eyebrows quirk, and I huff through my nose.Tell me about it.
Still, I can’t let Knox talk me out of something that could be good for the show. He’s not my boyfriend. We’re fuck buddies.Secretfuck buddies, at that. Nothing more.
I don’t have feelings for him.
Melody
He has a smarmy vibe, but I wouldn’t mind tapping his audience.
It doesn’t take long for Knox to catch that softball.
K-Brad
I wouldn’t mind tapping your… audience.
That makes me laugh for real as I spit into the sink and rinse my mouth.
Melody
Pretty sure my audience feels the same way I do about you. They want to love, but the frustration is real.
K-Brad
So real. Let’s work it out. Razoo’s BR?
Melody
No—my knees were covered in bruises.
K-Brad
I’ll bring the knee pads.
I curl into my blankets, snickering at the very thought of him showing up at the bar carrying knee pads only for us to disappear into the bathroom.
K-Brad
What are you doing right now?
Melody
