<strong>Kyle at the Library</strong><br/><br/>"What kind of films?  Oh...umm...just little videos for the internet...you know...internet."  Kyle was rambling even as his brain was trying to stop his mouth from talking.  As he rambled on and on, it completely eluded him that what he was describing sounded less and less like legitimate films and more and more like that other vast bastion of the internet.  To him, it all sounded very innocent.  "You know, I film folks in small scenes...soft music...more mood pieces I guess."  After a couple of minutes of this pointless, confusing discussion, he said a propos of nothing, "If you're interested, you could perform for my films."  As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the enormity of what he said dawned on him.<em>There's no company!  You're not a film maker, just a deadbeat with a basement and some equipment!</em>But the words were out of his mouth and he had no idea how to draw them back in.