See You at Seven [Shayne Topp]

15. Of Bets and Points

Hi, guys! Last chapter.

Wow, writing this book has been a definite ride for me. Of course, I'll be talking about it in the Author's Note which will be after this one, so go check it out, okay?

For now, and for the last time, let's get started? See ya.

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6:46 P.M. Huh. Why did I check my watch again?

"So again, thank you guys so much for coming here to our panel," I say into the microphone, beaming with joy. "I'm glad you guys had a great time here, and we're excited to see you all next year! You're our favorite pizza places."

"Bye, guys!" we all chorus as we walk off the stage, waving to the fans as they waved back.

"Man, that was awesome!" Ian exclaims as we get into the bus. "I've been doing this for a long time, and I'm never getting tired of it. So good."

"I love our job, guys," Courtney says as she starts to drive. "Anyway, buckle up! Long ride to LA!"

We just finished our panel talks here at San Francisco, and we were all very exhausted. For some reason, I apparently blanked out while I was saying goodbye to everyone, according to Damien. It will now go down as one of my biggest epic fails, which is hilarious, by the way.

I watch my blanking out part, which was probably a good seven seconds. "Ugh, that's embarrassing. I'm just gonna say I got emotional, even though I have no idea how I got there," I mumble as we watch it on Twitter. "My face is just blank. Hella blank. Why?"

"Heh, maybe a soul entered your body," Damien says, chuckling. "Ian, I have a new idea for a series: Shayne is Psychic."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," Ian agrees with him, laughing. "Anyway, come on, you guys. Let's get some sleep, big day tomorrow!"

Oh, that's right. We were gonna shoot a sketch at New York tomorrow, and even though we could have just went straight to New York right now, we kinda lacked on some stock. When we reach Los Angeles and leave the bus, I get back to my apartment and decide to watch a nice old movie and drink some tea.

Relaxation. Still wondering why I blanked out during the panel, though. I scroll through my Netflix and find one I haven't seen before. "Ooh, Princess Mononoke," I mumble as I grab a slice of pizza from the leftovers we had earlier. "This is new."

Well, it was old, but I watched it anyway. Amazing, incredible, one of a kind. It felt weird that I chose that movie first though, like yeah, you, reader, are probably wondering right now too. Right? Right?

I go through my social media one by one. Instagram: filled with memes. Facebook: still filled with boomers. I tweet a good one though:

Shayne Topp @supershayne • 5m
Today was great, but I can't believe I blanked out like that. It's not like I'm

And then the likes come in. Good one, self. I scroll through more tweets and find an old clip entitled "Best Courtroom Burns" posted by 12Three45.

I see a familiar face: the lawyer from the Jefferson-Springer case. I remember this case so well, we were all hanging on the edges of our seats as we watched during office hours. The lawyer, whose name I can't seem to remember, annihilated Nathan Jefferson and Casey Springer who were child molesters. I can't believe there are people who actually molest children, but thank God for human rights lawyers.

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"Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there's nothing we can't do!" Courtney and Damien sing along as we all walk through the streets of the Big Apple.