aka The Frazzled Mom
Fan number twenty one? No, maybe twenty two.
Karl’s thoughts were interrupted as a young man stepped up. He looked to be in his late teens or early twenties, with an obvious chip on his shoulder. Karl took in a deep breath, calming his racing heart. He knew what was coming. This guy was only there to stir things up, to get under his skin and cause an outburst. It wouldn’t happen. Karl refused to stoop to that level.
The guy cleared his throat and, in a higher than expected voice, said, “You haven’t had a new role since Mercy Terminal.”
Karl let the comment sink in for a moment, before patiently asking, “Did you have a question?”
The cocky kid scoffed. “Yeah, I have a question. How’s it feel, being stuck in a dead end role, Dr. Williams?”
A quiet wave of boos and hisses echoed through the room. Karl smiled at the sentiment. After a few moments, he hushed the crowd with a wave of his hands.
“Thank you for your candor. By the way, the character’s name is Dr. Wilkins, not Williams, for clarification purposes. If you don’t mind my rephrasing your question more intelligibly…do I consider myself typecasted? Unfortunately, yes. Would I prefer other roles? Not as substitution, but in addition to, absolutely. I love acting and would jump at the opportunity to continue on with more stage work. However, I consider my time as Dr. Wilkins to have been a privilege. We had an extremely talented cast. The show may not have lasted long on television, but it certainly lives on in the hearts of each of you, dear fans. And for that, I am very proud to be part of Mercy Terminal.”
The crowd erupted in a roar of cheers and applause. Everyone jumped to their feet, including the other actors on the panel. Karl was taken aback by the support. It was overwhelming. He could feel his eyes moisten in response to the flood of emotion. This was the reason he showed up to these conventions. This was exactly what he needed.