aka The Frazzled Mom
A young girl, maybe seventeen or so, with mousey brown hair, was glaring at somebody. Karl didn’t see who with the amount of people in line. He assumed it was a boyfriend, dragged along like so many others, uninterested in Mercy Terminal, but obligated to tag along, or face the wrath of said girlfriend. Karl tried to ignore the drama. Actually, he attempted to numb himself through most of the convention. He was tired, physically, mentally, emotionally. He couldn’t wait to get out and grab a drink. It was nice, the attention, but he wanted more.
“Ne….xt,” he drawled out with dramatic emphasis. He signed a poster and did his best to suppress a yawn.
“Seriously?” the same girl said a little louder, drawing the attention of those around her. She blushed and glared to her right, at nobody in particularly. “Seriously, so cool…or something,” she followed up with forced laugh.
Karl raised an eyebrow. It took all kinds. She, apparently, was one of those.
“O.M.G. I can’t believe I’m seeing you in person!” the next fan in line squealed.
Karl glanced at her, then back down at his image and willed his eyes to remain still. He had a bad habit of rolling them. “Neither can I,” he mumbled with a quiet sigh. “Name?”
“Crissa. Crissa Price.”
He scribbled her name, a quick note of thanks, and signed off with his own signature. In seconds, he’d slid the autographed picture to her. His thoughts drifting to the anticipated tall glass of—
Karl closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. He was classically trained, having grown up in the theater. Yet, thanks to one role on a successful science fiction show and he’d been branded for life. Typecasted. The word left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“What.” His curt tone made it clear. He wasn’t in the mood for requests. But even if he’d come right out and said it, they’d still ask.
“Could you, um… perhaps, maybe…”
“What!” he snapped. “Shall I sign a breast? Perhaps take a selfie for your blog? Or write ‘To the best night of my life, hugs and kisses, Dr. Wilkins?’ What is it you want from me!”