Montgomery Regional Airport. Tara stands there, facing the readers. It is approximately 10 a.m., Central Time.
Tara: Well... (sighs) Here I am, still at the airport in Montgomery, feeling like a TV reporter on location...! But I wanted to share some good news with y'all. (pause) As is typical with the team of Simpson & Lynch, what started out as a modest little retro coffeeshop grew to be much, much more. But I wanted a place to kick back and relive the days of the Beat Generation, when people such as Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, William Burroughs, and the like were all alive and well, and changing the cultural landscape of America, if not the world. A place for the Beats, not the beatniks -- Kerouac himself disliked that word, a media creation -- to hang out, read poetry, drink coffee, smoke cigarettes, and listen to cool, cool jazz. Even once the Skipster was brought out of his period of channeling Maynard G. Krebs, I thought that was still possible. (brief pause) And it is! The Skipster has oh-so-kindly allowed me to set up an upstairs room at Kewl Beanz! -- as yet unnamed, any suggestions? -- which is sorta intimate, with soundproof glass panels that drop down so you don't hear the intrusive music from the first floor! This ought to be a really...
Tara's cell phone rings.
Tara: Oh, sorry, folks, hold on. I gotta take this; it's Kato. (into phone) Kato? What's up, buddy?
Kato's voice: Tara, there's a problem.
Tara (nervously): Talk to me...!
Kato's voice: I'm watching over that upstairs room. The one that isn't even supposed to be open yet.
Tara: Yeah, I was just telling...
Kato's voice (interrupting): Listen to me, please! There's some... some guy, here. He showed up a few minutes ago with a few friends. They're having a few drinks, smoking like chimneys, and playing pool!
Tara: Playing...? (pause) Kato, there's no pool table in that room!
Kato's voice (frantic): There is now!
Tara: Okay, okay, buddy. Don't panic. I'll be there as soon as the last of the guests get here. If they don't arrive soon, I'll get Gretchen to assign Vickie here to greet 'em! She's not doing anything for this event anyway...
Kato's voice: One more thing, Tara. Do you know anyone named Ronda?
Tara: Yeah, she's one of the internet guests. She hasn't shown up yet, or at least, she hasn't gone through me. Why?
Kato's voice: Because this guy has asked me three times already "where the hell" she is!
We hear the sound of glass breaking in the background. Kato disconnects the call without saying good-bye. Tara stares plaintively at the readers.