NTS-HD-06 The Time of Night
By Darrel James Vanwinkle
May 11th, 2013
Chapter Fifty-One
By Darrel James Vanwinkle
May 11th, 2013
Chapter Fifty-One
I spent two whole weeks in the hospital just in case. Shanther could understand why. And he gave me permission to make sure I was clear of this nasty illness. True to form, I guess... canines are sometimes the nastiest beings on the planet. You would think they could wear a little protection just once in a while.
The day that I was to get out of the hospital started an encounter that I would have otherwise wanted to avoid... or at least I thought I would have. As I slowly emerged from the hospital, I saw Lord Paul standing next to a man dressed like a Swiss nobleman. The odd looking man looked at his watch when I approached and he said, "The time is now ten oh five, Harold Dangers." He then winked with a stern gaze. I suddenly knew who I was looking at.
It was one of those damned Producers who had been after me since I had transformed. Except... he had Lord Paul with him. Usually you only went over the top when you had evidence that contradicted Lord Albert's ruling. "I can't say I am happy to see you, sir, but I will hear you out. What's with telling me the time? I know what time it is."
The Producer replied, "Quote, I happen to know that there isn't a single film crew in Meta Star City who will even give you the time of day, unquote." He then pointed at himself. "As you were probably aware of before Shanther and Albert set you up that day... I have a filming crew and we have always been willing to take a chance on you, Harold. But the day Albert sent you to Shanther to supposedly join the Script Writers Union, you were purposely sent to the wrong building. You were sent to Sundered Hearts who just happened to have an opening for their series. When I learned of this deception, I went to Cheer Bear first and pointedly asked her where I could get my hands on a legalized script. She was taken aback at my question and freely said the Script Writers Union. When I mentioned that I didn't know where the building was because I had been given conflicting directions to the union building, she said, quote, It's the black building on the WEST side of Albert's Estate; you can't miss it, unquote. Albert had sent you to the black building on the EAST side of his estate. The studio of the Sundered Hearts production. A popular porn series. Shanther exploited the knowledge of your weakness, needing a film crew, to get you to sign their contract... although he said it was entirely your choice. But he would repeatedly mention that you were doing it because he had a film crew he would let you use WHEN you got the public Night the Superdog show script to film. Not once did he ever try to HELP you find a script."
My jaw dropped open. Everything this Producer was saying was the truth for a change. But that wasn't the biggest shock of the day.
He opened his briefcase and handed me a script. "I had one of our script writers create an entire season's worth of episodes for the Night the Superdog show. It is written to be like both Krypto's and Wonder Dog's shows, but set in a city of your own. You will have a boy to pal around with your own age and you will have your own arch enemies to occasionally deal with. Your show takes up a 44 minute slot and once commercials are added in, a full hour. It can shown during prime time and the theme song is Music of the Night, sung in Latin and performed by a symphony orchestra. You would also have guest stars." He then looked at Lord Paul. "For the first time in the history of our filming company, Harold... I want to make a fresh start with you which is why I went and got Lord Paul in on what was going on. You were blackmailed into signing up with Sundered Hearts in an agreement for a show that would never happen because you would be too busy with Sundered Hearts. I am offering my filming crew AND a script."
Lord Paul commented, "He has even offered to foot the costs of making the show as long as it turns over a profit in the ratings department."
I was in shock. I held in my hands the script for my show... handed to me by the very person I had been trying to avoid these last few months. I was both ashamed of myself and angry since everyone seemed to enjoy using me. "We film the show on my schedule. Once a week should be plenty of time and shows would release a month later. That way, we would be working four episodes ahead of schedule by the time the first episode aired. And I expect a union based pay check per show released, along with royalties."
The Producer said, "Because of the Sundered Hearts contract, you are stuck doing that show for a minimum of four years. Next time, it might be best to read a contract entirely and lawyer up before you sign something like that. But now you're stuck. Luckily, it's Libra Trevor in the porn series; I want Harold Dangers also known as Night the Superdog. However... if you want to spiff up your name a little... maybe call yourself Knight with a 'K', you could do that, too. I just want this done right." He held out his hand toward me. "You call the shots, Harold. A filming crew, a script, and your own schedule with Lord Paul as my witness. I'm not about to renege with him standing around hearing my every word to you specifically. You've been screwed over multiple times not only by Lords and Filming Crews but by other heroes as well. What will it be?"
I didn't shake his hand right away. I still couldn't believe it. The Producers walking the clean path for a change with Lord Paul's backing. I just hoped my time wasn't about to be screwed even more deeply than it already was. I slowly took the offered hand and shook it. "You got a deal. But be warned... my schedule revolves around two shows, now, my Big Brother obligation when the Care Bears and Little Ponies need me, and my classes in MYTHS. I did sign up for classes there months ago. I owe it to Ace to attend those classes. I hope he will forgive my long absence; I don't have much free time time. Especially with my having to take care of the Vagabond Hounds, too. They all call me their Alpha. I don't want to let them down."
"Perhaps we can have your pack as regulars in the series," suggested the Producer with a smile.
"What city are we basing my show in?" I asked out of curiosity.
The Producer hummed. "Because the Vagabond Hounds are more familiar with the railroads, perhaps we can set your series in the city of Railton Heights."
End of Chapter Fifty-One
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