XXV
Frog picked up several chairs and set them upright. The studio was almost restored to its normal self, and it gave him some peace to know that things were back to balance again. Unless some new CEO came along again and put him into a rage.
He had cast a painting spell to give the broken but now restored equipment a fresh coat of paint that quick-dried upon casting, and the studio smelled brand new.
He slid on his red tie, clipped his lapel microphone to it, and he sat in his chair again and practiced his upcoming broadcast.
It shouldn’t have been weird to talk to a camera screen and know that the entire city was watching. But with an empty studio, his voice echoed throughout the place and reminded him how empty it was.
“I ought to apologize for my speech last night, but I won’t. I
