Encouraged, even.

 

Lets not get carried away

 

Crazy talk.

 

We need someone other than me to pick on.

 

wicky is officially not going to pluckycon, due to mysterious circumstances.

 

mysterious mist?

 

 

Georgie, people will come Georgie. They'll come to PluckyCon for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up in New York City not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at Carnegie Hall as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the auditorium; sit in tuxedos and evening gowns on a perfect night. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the back walls, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll listen to the recital and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Georgie. The one constant through all the years, Georgie, has been the Corner. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But the Corner has marked the time. This theatre, this concert: it's a part of our future, Georgie. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Georgie. People will most definitely come.


(The following day)


TokyoJames: Is this heaven?
Mikes2K: It's Chazmogeddon.
ToykoJames: Chazmogeddon? I could have sworn this was heaven.
[James starts to walk away]
Mikes2K: Is there a heaven?
TokyoJames: Oh yeah. It's the place where dreams come true.
[Mike looks around, seeing his wife playing with their son on the porch]
Mikes2K: Maybe this is heaven.

 

 

Nice, Dave!