Max liked the anonymity of his job. He had
walked through the convention doors and no one had turned their heads or
given him a second glance.
He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and
jeans. He strolled past a group of Naruto warriors and past a group of
Hollowed before making it up to the registration booth. He actually
stood in line right behind a fanboy dressed up like the character he
voiced.
Max smiled; he had hit the pinnacle of voice-over actors. For
the past three years he had been the voice of "Simon Light" in the
anime series Bold Gun Crew Votillard. It was his bread and butter after spending a
few years lost in the Saturday morning cartoon world, and he probably
would be still if it wasn't for his agent who called him up and told him
that the US company who had picked up the distribution rights to BGCV
and a producer wanted the guy who had voiced "Chem Finder" in that CGI movie
Citadel. They figured it was the perfect vocal tone for "Simon".
The
line inched ahead at the registration desk and Max didn't mind. It gave
him a chance to hear what manga/anime fans were chatting about and it
also gave him fuel for his discussions. He didn't like writing a
prepared speech and spouting it out like an automaton.
"Name," the
girl at the desk asked.
"Cube," he leaned forward in doing his best
Sean Connery. "Max Cube."
The girls eyes widened when she heard the
name. "Omigawd!"
Her partner at the desk stopped what he was doing and
said, "Mr. Cube! Holy crap it's you!"
"In the flesh," he said. "I'm
supposed to be speaking in an hour. What room will I be in?"
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Channel Plex: Lunchtime in the Cafeteria Part One
"I can't believe he took marks
off for that," Mayganne said.
Goner nodded. "So, yeah. Which means my average won't be high enough for the scholarship-thingy. Which means, well shit. It means next year will be shit." He sighed. "Hey, can I have a fry?"
"Finish them," Mayganne said with sympathy. "I'm sorry..."
Goner pouted. He felt like crap. Angie strolled down the aisle towards them, with a bag from the local comic shop.
Goner nodded. "So, yeah. Which means my average won't be high enough for the scholarship-thingy. Which means, well shit. It means next year will be shit." He sighed. "Hey, can I have a fry?"
"Finish them," Mayganne said with sympathy. "I'm sorry..."
Goner pouted. He felt like crap. Angie strolled down the aisle towards them, with a bag from the local comic shop.
Channel Plex: On the Cube Tube
".... and tonight Max's guest are: noted Hollywood
gossip columnist Aretha Dhenti, action star Matt Damon, and musical
guest Muu Junkiez... And without future delay here's the man of the
day: MAAAAX CUUUUUUUBE!...
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"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Really I don't."
"You have to tell me something more than that."
"How can I tell you when even I don't know?"
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"... and for a limited time offer we will include this set of tarot cards..."
click
"... repeating the news on the top of the hour. A comet streaking through the night was mistaken for a ...."
click
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"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Really I don't."
"You have to tell me something more than that."
"How can I tell you when even I don't know?"
click
"... and for a limited time offer we will include this set of tarot cards..."
click
"... repeating the news on the top of the hour. A comet streaking through the night was mistaken for a ...."
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