Fans still demanding their CC.com (Part 2)
Posted by: Darth Danno 08.22.07 12:01am
Quickly but cautiously, the three of us made our way along the line of eager fans. “What would we find at the beginning? Who started this, and why? I wasn’t leaving until I had some answers.

Down hallways, around corners, into one room and out of another, this line seemed to have no end. Yet we pushed on as we…were on a mission.

Finally, we came to the last person in line, or first person as it were, standing in front of a door with a sign “Top Sekret Sining” taped to it. Now the spelling, or mis-spelling of two of the words might have been evidence enough for anyone else, but not me. The size of the door on which it was taped, told me that the room on the other side was not large enough to handle the size of this crowd. Whatever the room actually was, it was not a ballroom, or even a nice sized conference room. I had to get inside, but how could I do that without this…mob seeing me and following me in? I conferred with Dave a moment regarding this, to which he just nodded and gave me the “thumbs up” sign. He then turned to face the line, pointed towards the back, and shouted in a booming tone:

“Hey! Isn’t that Bill Cable?!!!”

Everyone turned to look amidst cries of “Where?” “About time!” “Quick, grab the camera!!” and “How’s my hair?” Not wasting any time, I grabbed the door handle and pulled.

Luckily the door wasn’t locked. Unluckily, once inside, my worst fears were realized.

I was standing in the middle of a bathroom that had been closed for repairs.

Aside from me, the room was empty. I did a quick search of the area to see if I could find any clues as to who may have perpetrated this heinous offense on the CC.com-loving public. Then, I saw a note taped to the mirror.

I knew there were those less popular, not as well put together fansites that were jealous of CC.com’s popularity, and would like nothing better than to see it fall from SW fandom. What better way than to get the public thinking that “the maker” of quite possibly one of the most popular, impressive, and influential SW fan sites had let them all down, causing them to stand for hours in a line that had no payoff. No chance to actually stop and shake the hand of Bill Cable himself. At least that’s what the note on the mirror said, and it was signed by “the creators, designers, and webmasters of those less popular, not as well put together fansites that were jealous of CC.com’s popularity and would like nothing better than…”well, you get the idea.

Now I knew the who, what, and how, I just had to figure out what to do now. I couldn’t use my Force persuasion on a group of this magnitude, and making up some story that Bill had to cancel at the last minute, his flight was delayed, got stuck in traffic, etc…would not improve things in the eyes of the fans. I listened at the door a moment, just to make sure the natives weren’t getting too restless, or had seen me duck in here. Everything sounded relatively quiet, so I began to pace around the confined space, hoping the movement would somehow improve my thought process. I lost track of exactly how long I was in there, but then, an idea rose in my mind. Much like the twin suns rise over the arid landscape of Tatooine, commencing their daily trek across the sky.

I knew what had to be done, but needed Dave and Jessey’s help to pull it off. Together…we could make this work; but it would require timing, skill, and a little bit of luck.

TO BE CONCLUDED…