"Oh, I wouldn't worry about about me too much," He said lazily, "I know where I'm headed after death, but either way, it looks like I'm going to have to wait for a time just to get the chance." He looked back to see the beach ball still being beat around in the crowd, as well as the girl that won the producer. She didn't join in on the wave, and niether did someone sitting next to her. That might pass the time! An interview with an audience member, the host, and a contestant sounded fun, and to anyone else, it would of sounded suicidal as well. "Hey, I want to see what that girl who won the producer has to say." And before he could get a response, he ran through the audience ans was quickly next to his target. "Hello there, critic, reporter, writer, whatever you want to call me for the paper, how you doing today?"