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ALL. And there, behind the door with drapes drawn to prevent the incurs of the sun during the day- Just like a vamp will do, a small, portable plasma TV hung to the thinned walls, a stein with red, small cheap wine filled the air and a few inches from the cold dark walls, the soft thud of her heart reminded her that she was living as she lay on her single bed, curled up from the world outside and only peeking to know what was going out there through her TV. Life hadn't been always bad, in fact, it looked like it'd stored up the bad moments like filling up a trash bag only to let all the scum out at once.

The live television broadcast began at precisely eight o'clock on Thursday evening. Dante and Ariana sat side by side on the hardwood floor of their living room, their backs resting against the base of the massive northern window. A single plate of untouched sandwiches sat on the floor between them. The apartment was completely dark except for the sharp blue glow coming from the laptop screen resting on Dante's knees. The familiar opening theme of the national sports network filled the room. A dramatic graphic flashed across the screen:

Luckily, we got chairs this year, last year was harder, we stood for straight hour listening to this deliberately rubbish talks! "And us, Mayans who loves you all, decided to formulate a game now called Date a Liar, its rules are simple. You fall in love, you lose. Taking account to the basic starter of life which is pregnancy and birth, pregnancy resulted from intimate relationship and actions of couples. This is the best solution yet!" She looks so cheerful as if she enjoys explaining how Date a Liar was considered to be created. This is their definition of birth control, I don't know what's the need of throwing people down because they fall in love.

He wanted to know the exact time and duration of the live stream because he feared it might clash with his child's birthday. Life, however, had a funny way of affirming Murphy's Law for him: if something can go wrong, it will. With a sigh, Alex closed the document without reading further. NexRealm Studios wanted to take advantage of the New Year holiday traffic. However, worried that people would be busy celebrating on the night of December 31st and wouldn't tune in, they scheduled the stream for December 30th, which was a Saturday.

I asked, confused why she was telling me all of this. "So, I was sitting there watching TV, and my mom is flickering through the channels and we pass TLM. You know, the show that talks all about celebrities. Funny, because I see you on the screen kissing freaking Andrew Carter as Lucky. Oh, and I see those two rolling around on the ground fighting like gorillas. There are videos everywhere, YouTube, Vine, Snapchat, everything you can think of! What the hell happened?" Tori demanded. I could just imagine her being overdramatic with hand motions as she sat there telling me the story.

“The audience loves that dynamic.” The fact that our mutual irritation had somehow become marketable remained one of the most disturbing discoveries of my college experience, especially because the more openly Leo and I argued, the more viewers seemed convinced we were secretly in love, and judging from the numbers Cassandra constantly bragged about, half the country apparently found emotional instability incredibly entertaining. The livestream began twenty minutes later.

This place is a madhouse, complete with minute-by-minute coverage broadcast around the world. Unable to listen anymore about the happy couple, I turned off the television. It doesn’t matter. I’m sure I will be able to catch it later. There’s no doubt that the live coverage will be going on for days, and after that, it will all be available on cable TV and YouTube.

Nevertheless, whether she could think, dead or alive, life must go on. The public wasn't through with serving her the meal of humiliation they had prepared. The Family Tapestry, one of Cascade Wood's favorite weekly programs began precisely at 6 PM. The timing was no accident. It was the witching hour for domestic drama, strategically scheduled after Saturday outings and chores were done and families had gathered for the evening.

“We’re live in three… two… one—!” The red light blinks on. It’s happening. The apocalypse is live-streamed. Scene One: The Interview Before Disaster Host: “So, Mr. Jang, Miss Park! The world can’t get enough of you two! The rooftop confession, the breakfast scene… everyone’s saying it’s the most romantic corporate love story since Business Proposal!” Me: “I—uh—It’s not—well—” Ethan: deadpan into camera “We appreciate the support.” Host: “And rumor has it, today’s broadcast will feature something very special?”

“We’re late for our own broadcast. Zorval’s beating us in the ratings with a clip show of ‘Demi’s Most Poignant Moments,’ set to a truly terrible lute solo.” I felt a smile spread through my entire being. I was free. I was with my family. And I had a universe to entertain. “Then let’s give them something he can’t edit,” I said. “Let’s go live. No script. No score. Just us.” Lina’s grin was a supernova. “A live family reaction stream to Zorval’s dramatization of our lives? Mom, that’s genius. That’s mean. I love it.” Kael just shook his head, hefting his narrative crowbar. “I’ll handle the technical side. Try not to start another ontological war before the third act.”