Isaac, Oliver and Leroy
Isaac read over his story again. He had written it a few years ago, and every now and then he had gotten back to it and editted it and whatnot.
But over the last couple of months he had been really serious about getting it polished.
Because now there was actually a chance that someone might read it. Someone other than just him.
"Ike, it's not going to get any better than this. Change anything else and you're going to butcher your own story," he told himself.
He gulped a little, closed the file, then sent it in an e-mail to Oliver.
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Later that day, Oliver checked his e-mail. In amongst it was Isaac's story. Deciding it was too long to print out, he downloaded it to one of the Star Trek style notepads they had developed and wandered into the lounge room to read.
"What you've got there Oli?" asked Leroy.
"It's a story a friend sent me," Oliver replied. "An alien friend, an alien story."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He's been writing stuff for years but only got serious when I otld him about the entertainment industry we're starting. Kale had a good point - thanks to the station we now have some avenues we can pursue now that we couldn't before."
"Hmm..." Leroy said thoughtfully.
Oliver had refrained from mentioning that it had been Isaac who wrote the story. Isaac wanted to keep this a bit more anonymous - he had enough trouble keeping his personal life personal with being a rock star!
"I can make a copy for you, if you want to read it," Oliver suggested.
"Sure, I'd like that."