break. And the bus doesn’t even fly. You need to rework this a little.”
“Some of the resources are very powerful. All we need to do is kill enough of the aliens so that the minder unlocks them for me.”
“You’d better hope the minder unlocks those resources real soon or we’re history. No joke intended ‘cause I don’t feel like laughing today,” Amanda said.
-oOo-
Amanda’s next performance on the show was her best yet. For some reason, she now felt less distracted. She wasn’t buying the utopia idea just yet. In fact, she didn’t believe it at all. It was too way out there. However, the talk at McCain’s had brought things sharply into focus. She had a simple job to do. Kill zombies. Watch Chrysalis’s back. Tazzie was as safe as she could make her. Her family seemed okay. It was time to get on with the job.
As she continued to deliver top performances, everyone on the show noticed the change in her.
Tracy Buckingham was especially pleased. “You’re now very much in tune with your fan base, Amanda. You’ve hit the spot and now you’ve got to stay there.”
Even Roman Harding took to making positive comments. “You must maintain this consistency. If you can do that, you’re in with a chance.”
Neither of them said that she still might win because Chrysalis was so far ahead of everyone else, the rest of the contestants were only vying for second place anyway.
Sarah said to Amanda, “I’ve written a song that would be perfect for the two of us. We could do digital distribution, even have our own label. It’s really easy to do.”
Working on the track with Sarah was lots of fun.
-oOo-
By day, Amanda was a high school senior hanging out with her friends. By night, she was a warrior girl fighting the aliens with dragon Chrysalis at her side. Well, actually, it didn’t go quite like that. She was often required during the day for the competition promos and the show always happened at night, but mostly that was how she thought of it.
Chrysalis’s new tactic threw the aliens off-balance, at least for a little while. Then they began to attack in greater numbers although this was exactly what Chrysalis wanted because the more she killed, the more access to resources she was given.
It was only a matter of time before they were caught on camera.
Chrysalis set up an attack at the dirt track at Sutherland. Sixteen thousand people were watching monster cars and trucks demolish other cars and trucks, demonstrations of blowing stuff up, and other fun events.
“Lots of aliens?” Amanda said.
“Mega aliens,” Chrysalis said. “They love watching demolition.”
Chrysalis and Amanda hid in the shadow of a side stand and changed to costume. Above their heads, 3000 people in the stand were doing the usual things people do at events like these. Amanda, as warrior girl, stepped out into the open and twirled her sword, making a small display of it. She didn’t have much choice in this as it was not possible to rest the sword anywhere because it went through anything it touched like a hot skewer through fat. Neither dragon Chrysalis nor warrior girl Amanda rated more than a passing glance from passers-by or the people in the stand. The few people who did pause to watch Amanda twirl the sword, decided that it was not particularly spectacular and moved quickly on. Some young kids, who didn’t get out much, stopped and pointed until they were dragged away.
As you would expect, that swiftly changed when Chrysalis, sitting comfortably on her massive hindquarters, started killing aliens in the stand.
Seconds later, Amanda was knee deep in zombies who were not zombies which was always in the back of her mind but let’s not go there.
The stand started to empty as the newly turned zombies flooded down the aisles. Amanda hurled fireballs and swung the sword, keeping them away from the motionless Chrysalis. The bodies piled up. Soon there were far too many of them lurching towards Chrysalis for Amanda
“Some of the resources are very powerful. All we need to do is kill enough of the aliens so that the minder unlocks them for me.”
“You’d better hope the minder unlocks those resources real soon or we’re history. No joke intended ‘cause I don’t feel like laughing today,” Amanda said.
-oOo-
Amanda’s next performance on the show was her best yet. For some reason, she now felt less distracted. She wasn’t buying the utopia idea just yet. In fact, she didn’t believe it at all. It was too way out there. However, the talk at McCain’s had brought things sharply into focus. She had a simple job to do. Kill zombies. Watch Chrysalis’s back. Tazzie was as safe as she could make her. Her family seemed okay. It was time to get on with the job.
As she continued to deliver top performances, everyone on the show noticed the change in her.
Tracy Buckingham was especially pleased. “You’re now very much in tune with your fan base, Amanda. You’ve hit the spot and now you’ve got to stay there.”
Even Roman Harding took to making positive comments. “You must maintain this consistency. If you can do that, you’re in with a chance.”
Neither of them said that she still might win because Chrysalis was so far ahead of everyone else, the rest of the contestants were only vying for second place anyway.
Sarah said to Amanda, “I’ve written a song that would be perfect for the two of us. We could do digital distribution, even have our own label. It’s really easy to do.”
Working on the track with Sarah was lots of fun.
-oOo-
By day, Amanda was a high school senior hanging out with her friends. By night, she was a warrior girl fighting the aliens with dragon Chrysalis at her side. Well, actually, it didn’t go quite like that. She was often required during the day for the competition promos and the show always happened at night, but mostly that was how she thought of it.
Chrysalis’s new tactic threw the aliens off-balance, at least for a little while. Then they began to attack in greater numbers although this was exactly what Chrysalis wanted because the more she killed, the more access to resources she was given.
It was only a matter of time before they were caught on camera.
Chrysalis set up an attack at the dirt track at Sutherland. Sixteen thousand people were watching monster cars and trucks demolish other cars and trucks, demonstrations of blowing stuff up, and other fun events.
“Lots of aliens?” Amanda said.
“Mega aliens,” Chrysalis said. “They love watching demolition.”
Chrysalis and Amanda hid in the shadow of a side stand and changed to costume. Above their heads, 3000 people in the stand were doing the usual things people do at events like these. Amanda, as warrior girl, stepped out into the open and twirled her sword, making a small display of it. She didn’t have much choice in this as it was not possible to rest the sword anywhere because it went through anything it touched like a hot skewer through fat. Neither dragon Chrysalis nor warrior girl Amanda rated more than a passing glance from passers-by or the people in the stand. The few people who did pause to watch Amanda twirl the sword, decided that it was not particularly spectacular and moved quickly on. Some young kids, who didn’t get out much, stopped and pointed until they were dragged away.
As you would expect, that swiftly changed when Chrysalis, sitting comfortably on her massive hindquarters, started killing aliens in the stand.
Seconds later, Amanda was knee deep in zombies who were not zombies which was always in the back of her mind but let’s not go there.
The stand started to empty as the newly turned zombies flooded down the aisles. Amanda hurled fireballs and swung the sword, keeping them away from the motionless Chrysalis. The bodies piled up. Soon there were far too many of them lurching towards Chrysalis for Amanda
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