The editor of Southern Living crooked a discerning eyebrow
at the underwhelming façade of The Victorian. It was 8:30 am, but she’d been up
since 5, and her crew had a long day ahead of them doing interviews and
photoshoots. They were covering this town for a piece titled “15 Southern Towns
Making a Comeback”, but she had yet to see what exactly was supposed to be
coming back in this tumbledown town. Her proposal team was going to get an
earful when she got back.
The apartment building groaned as if to protest her
thoughts. Anica Mathews scanned it critically once more, wryly wondering how
she could sell this ancient, hulking establishment to her readers. A lived-in feel? Nostalgia for an era gone
by? The quaint touch of antiquity would be stretching it a bit. She
resolved to think about it later. Turning sharply on her heel, she issued
orders to the veritable army waiting behind her.
“Reporters, make-up artists, photographers, pair up! Knock
on every door! I want to know everything about everybody
who lives here! Where they work, what they eat, when they sleep, hell, even
hows deys momandem? Give me pictures! If it ain’t pretty, make it pretty! If it
ain’t interesting, make it interesting! If they slam the door in your face,
pick the lock! We have a magazine to produce! You got it?
“GOT IT!” They chorused back at her, enthused, then scurried
through the crookedly hanging front door, ants ready to swarm. Anica could
already hear indignant shouting issuing from the lobby. Smiling smugly, she
resettled her designer hat atop her perfectly coiffed hair and set off towards
city hall. She had a meeting with the mayor to get to.
This is how your story continues: accosted by pushy magazine
employees, determined to include you in a feature of Southern Living. Enjoy.
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