Laken's First Interview

A "Cape Summerland" story

By Thelma Mary Caroline

"All right," Casey said.  "I need you to look in this direction while I film."  He indicated with his hands in smooth motions.  "Turn a little bit more to your right."

I burst out laughing.  Confusion crossed his face.  But behind him, Chico was mimicking his movements.  She exagerated the motions and looked as though she was directing an airplane at the terminal.

But when he turned, she had an innocent look on her face.

"All right," Casey said again.  "I'm going to feed you some questions, but you need to make sure you answer in complete sentances since what I say will be edited out, okay?"

"Okay."

"First of all, what's your name and your history at Eser's?"

"My Name is Laken Holt, I've work at Eser's Tiny Caviar for about two years now.  I work in shipping.  I don't really have any particular job, I just do what's needed."

"What's your motivation for being on this show?"

"I'm really excited to be on the show," I said.  "I know a lot of my co-workers are here just because our boss required it, and a lot of them really want to win the money, but I don't really think that's the point.  The point is to create a functioning society with only our knowlegde.  It's not like we're a group of strange.  We know each other, we know our strengths and weaknesses.  We've already got strong friendships, but also rivals.  We have to invent our own way of life, and I'm really excited to see how it comes out."

"All right, that's good.  I think it will suffice for it's purpose.  Though maybe this, what do you think the most importain factor will be in creating this new society?"

"The most importaint thing is leadership, without a doubt.  I don't think we should have a 'president' or anything, because we don't need someone who represents us.  We need someone who can organize us, motivate us, and generally wants what's best for the team.  And I think that either Sam or my uncle is the best person.  Sam because she works really hard and everyone likes her, and my uncle because he's really smart.  He grew up on a farm and so he'd know what he's doing."

"All right!  That's good!  Where's that girl that brought a toaster?  I want to interview her next."

"Her name's Archana.  She's in the bunkhouse, I guess."

He walks off.  Chico is oblivious, still holding the boom mike and bobbing her head.