Local Tonight

Part 7

- By Gwydion R.

Doyle himself looked at her, then stepped forward, his arms spread to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, have no fear- as bad as this looks, the lovely Prisha is still under my spell, and so, is still going to be completely, uh, fine." Avery looked at him quizzically. Undaunted, Doyle strode back up the steps, and cradled his arms under Prisha, slowly lifting her off the spike. As her body cleared the tip, she stirred, and turned to look at him.

"Oh, what just happened? I seem to have taken a nap." She looked into Doyle's eyes.

There was some nervous chuckles from the small audience. Avery stepped forward to break the awkward pause- "Ladies and gentlemen, a big hand for Doyle, and the lovely Prisha!"

Doyle shifted Prisha in his arms, holding her up, and she instinctively posed in the spotlight, as the audience broke into applause.

Doyle seemed just a little sheepish. "Sorry about the, um, dress, Ms. Patel," he gruffly apologized as he set her back on the stage. The host looked down, spotting the tear, and turned, looking surprised.

"Well, Doyle, I'm sure I'll see exactly why that's there in the replay, but everyone here seems to be impressed!"

Avery stepped forward, addressing the camera. "And you all will be just as impressed at Doyle's live show! So come out to opening night next weekend- you won't want to miss it!"

Doyle took Prisha's hand. "Thank you for being such a wonderful volunteer."

Prisha blushed, "Oh, thank you for showing me a magical time- and I'll look forward to seeing more at your show!" She turned back to the camera, "And we're out of time for this evening! Another big hand for Doyle and his assistant Avery! I'm Prisha Patel, and that's what's Local Tonight!"