Always knew I’d make it to the big time – one way or another. No easy task in the one hundred years since reality entertainment had reshaped global views on fame. Twelve billion people and everyone would get their fifteen minutes somewhere along the way. Fifteen minutes later they’d be forgotten.
But my name was flashing in neon in every city and town in every country. I was a true world phenomenon. Millions were packed into the stadiums and arenas set aside for my show alone.
It is their faces I’d like to see in this moment, not the primped up dolls arranged carefully as eye candy for the cameras. I imagine most would bear signs of disgust and outrage, but I also fancied that many would be watching with rapt interest. Maybe they’d even feel inspired.
It was comforting at least to know that all those eyes would be fixed on me rather than the Barbie and Ken look-a-likes.
I felt a sharp nudge of an elbow against my forearm and turned with a snarl to the plastic princess sitting beside me and raised my middle finger to scratch at the tattoo beneath my right eye significantly.
She flinched away and as I smiled at her discomfort I suddenly realised why she had broken into my thoughts. The main camera was now focused on the black robed judge as the show began to roll down to its final hour.
The middle-aged man leant forward across his bench with an earnest expression upon his surgically enhanced face and spoke into every LCD screen around the world.
‘’You have all diligently listened to the evidence linking this man to the heinous murders of over 500 innocents. I now ask that you cast your votes.
Press red on your verdict application device for life imprisonment; yellow for public torture; Blue for public execution or green for acquittal.”
I thought of all those neon buttons flashing frantically, my face burnt upon the audience’s memories forever, and shuddered with pleasure. The outcome of the vote didn’t matter now.
I was the biggest show on earth
© Alison Pearce 2011-08-11