After the hologram was done rapping, Showtime turned it off. “So, what y’all think?”
It looked so real, like it was really him.” One staff member said.
“Yeah, it does. It’s so surreal.” Another staff member said. “How much did it run you for, Mr. Spears?”
“I can’t tell you all of that, Playboy,” Showtime cracked a gold fanged smile and then lit a cigar, blowing out smoke. “I’ma drop this Thug Angel project and take the hologram out on tour. I think I’ll call the tour Night of the Living Dead.” He smiled and licked his lips, nodding at his marketing plans. “We’ll film the concert and release it along with the CD. I stand to see some real paper off this next album.”
Not everyone was feeling Showtime’s idea. The whispers amongst the audience made this obvious.
“That’s Showtime, anything
