Today's #flashfiction #EarthsDirector

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Today I went to my costuming club. We worked on costumes that would be used at a school event thing for the university. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Earth's Director

         “Switch to camera 23.” The alien director ordered. He spoke in English to make sure his employees would keep the human language in mind. When they would film Mexico the next week he would be speaking Spanish. “Now make sure you get angle coffin. The viewers have gotten very attached to this human and we're not going to lose this moment. The memoir is going to sell like hotcakes.”

        “Sell like hotcakes Mr. Erttlr?” one of the alien cameramen asked confused. The director and the cameraman along with most of the director's staff worked on a spaceship far above Earth. Their cameras were attached to robots hidden with advanced invisibility technology.

         “It's some human expression. You need to remember if you're going to keep up with telling the stories of these humans you need to understand what they are saying. Study up on their languages. It's not like our species has a language capacity as low as theirs. You should at least be able to grasp ten of their languages if you bothered to pay attention.”

         The cameraman hung his head low. “Sorry sir.”

         Despite the eight eyes and large mouth of the alien species normally being very expressive the director managed to hide his emotions very well. His staff held him in very high regard and would never call him by anything but “Mr. Erttlr” unless he told him otherwise. The gray skin of species also changed color based on emotion. Yet he kept it gray.

        The emotion he attempted to hide, that would normally turn gray, lanky, body of his species orange was worry. They followed this human's story well, and he passed away. A massive climax.   The memoir his studio would sell could rake in a big profit. However then what would his studio do? Competition in Earth filming is fierce. Human filming rights are vague and convoluted. A strange system of dibs and relations. It took them a great deal of work to get the rights to the life of an important, yet cared about man. Getting humans that aren't boring is very, very difficult.

       His worry turned to anger and his gray skin turned a hideous green. He couldn't conceal the rage at the hopeless of the situation.

        The producer walked in, at her usual scheduled time, and when seeing the color of Mr. Erttlr's skin became quite shocked. She'd never seen him such an angry color. And most people, especially those of business became quite adept at concealing emotions. She knew something had to be up.

She called Erttlr in for a private meeting. He confessed his concerns instead of hiding it from his funder.

        “The more important thing is what you're going to do about it. You always fix problems. That's why I hired you. And if you don't, that's why I'll fire you.” As usual his producer's word's made complete sense. He'd fixed worse. But what is the most interesting, boring person that he could possibly get the rights to? Who could he film that looks boring and no one would have bought?

         He began filming writers. His audience watched the author's as they wrote their books and as ideas formed page by page. When one writer got writer's block he switched to each other. No alien bought a writer before because outside the pages writer's seem nothing but the most mundane of people.