Welsh left the improv studio because he was trying to be spontaneous or because he just didn’t really care at that point. He came across a man slipping some rings over his index finger.
Man: This is a Prohibitive Emissions Nocturnal Indicator System
Welsh: I didn’t ask.
Man: It’s a PENIS!!!
Welsh: I’m not still in the improv studio, am I?
Man: It’s perfect for fighting the battle against wet dreams. Check it out.
Welsh starts to leave the guy alone but remembers ‘YES, AND’ and thinks this might be a test. So he sticks out his index finger.
Man: You just sliiiiide it onto your unit, like this.
Welsh: Groovy.
The man slides the rings onto Welsh’s index finger
Man: Now adjust the rings, depending upon your needs.
Welsh watches and emulates the man...he slides the rings around, getting a good, firm grip
Man: And, when you’re locked and loaded...just press this button over here.
Welsh presses a tiny button and feels a slight rush of electricity fly throughout his body.
Man: So now, when you’re ready to SACK OUT and dream of Ms. December…
He pulls out a picture of a sexy woman dressed in a Santa outfit.
Man: In her...little miss clause outfit...oh yea, I have been a bad, bad boy…
He looks to Welsh. Welsh thinks they’re still doing a bit.
Welsh: Oh yea, I’ve been a very, very, very bad boy
Welsh extends his index finger like he’s getting an erection and ZAP
Welsh: What the…
Zap! ZAP! ZAPZAPZAP!! Welsh stumbles back, his index finger attacked with electricity.
Man: Bend the finger, man!
Welsh: I CAN’T BEND IT!
Man: BEND IT FOR GOODNESS SAKES, MAN!
Welsh uses his other hand to try and bend it but it winds up zapping him to the ground.
Man: You okay, man?
Welsh slowly comes to and sees the man staring down at him. He instantly breaks the machine on his finger and rips it off. Sitting up, he stares at the man...Welsh’s hair looking like a tumbleweed.
Man: Cool, huh?
Welsh: No, that was most certainly NOT cool. I should have the champ...you know what? Fuck it.
Welsh staggers and stumbles around the streets of whatever city this is. A tiny rain cloud follows him like you’d see in a cartoon. It starts to rain on him. He barges into a door and ducks into a small electronics store. Kinda like a Radio Shack but definitely not a Radio Shack. Maybe like a Radio Shak.
It’s dark. But he doesn’t feel alone.
He stumbles into a chair set up for spectators...he knocks someone over.
“Oh damn, my bad.”
He helps them up but it’s a mannequin. Shocked, he drops the mannequin and staggers back. He looks up and sees a banner that reads “Sharper Family Reunion.”
His brow furrows. Who are the Sharpers and why are they having a family reunion inside a Radio Sha(c)k and...why are all the chairs filled with creepy mannequins??
A familiar tune picks up. A light fades out revealing a stage and a portly man with his back to the ‘family’ in attendance. Welsh’s eyes shift from side to side, confused anxiety the theme embedded within them.
I love myself I want you to love me When I feel down I want you above me I search myself I want you to find me I forget myself I want you to remind me
The fellow spins around. He’s balding and has an untamed beard. He’s wearing a shirt that reads, “FBI – Female Booby Inspector.” He starts dancing as a screen behind him fires up. It shows him sitting behind a keyboard logging into an account under the name “Brady Sharper.”
I don't want anybody else When I think about you I tweet myself Oh, I don't want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no
As ‘Brady Sharper’ he sends a tweet to ‘Lana Sharper.’ He then logs out. The scene cuts and he’s in the same chair, this time with a red wig on. He logs into the ‘Lana Sharper’ account and replies back to ‘Brady Sharper’.
You're the one who makes me come runnin' You're the sun who makes me shine When you're around, I'm always laughin' I want to make you mine
The man spins around, nearly tripping over the mic cord. He keeps his footing. The screens switches showing him behind the keyboard wearing glasses and a short, green colored wig. He logs into the account ‘Crazy Daisy Sharper’ and replies to both Brady and Lana.
I close my eyes And see you before me Think I would die If you were to ignore me A fool could see Just how much I adore you I'd get down on my knees I'd do anything for you
The man points at his mannequins. A light shines on one that looks like Brady Sharper. Then it shifts to another that looks like Lana Sharper. And, finally, it shines on a green haired mannequin resembling Crazy Daisy. The man shakes his hips and spins around. The screen shifts showing him dressed up in a bear outfit and logging into ‘Grizzly Sharper.’
I don't want anybody else When I think about you I touch myself Oh, I don't want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no, yeah
The screen splits and splits and splits...multiplies several times over until we have numerous videos of the singing man dressed in different outfits logging into different character twitter accounts and replying, retweeting his other characters. The spot light shifts around from chair to chair...each seat filled with a member of his cast of characters.
I tweet myself I want you to tweet me When I feel down I want you above me I search myself I want you to find me I tweet myself I want you to tweet me
Overcome with shock and horror...Welsh falls back, tripping over some mannequins aka Sharper family members. The song picks up and the dancing man hops and skips around, really belting out the tunes. Welsh gets to his feet and sprints out of the store, diving head first into the door and ramming his way through it and back outside. His body tumbling until it comes to rest in the middle of a sidewalk.
He sits, speechless. A good Samaritan walks by and hands him a dollar bill. Welsh takes it and stares off at nothing in particular.
I don’t feel the best. Still getting over the holiday weekend.
Not sure what they put in that pasta.
Turkey and mashed potatoes every year moving forward.
Last time I dare to get ‘exotic’ on the day for giving thanks.
Anyway, it’s Meredith’s last night and she’s my favorite co-worker. There’s no way I’m missing this.
“Marcus,” our always chipper manager asks.
“What’s up, Derek.”
“We’ve got a card over there that we’re all signing for Meredith.” I look over and see Colin writing a freakin monologue. Am I gonna have any space to say shit? “You’re gonna be working with her tonight, her request.”
That made me smile.
Shift’s about to begin and I know it’s my last day. They’re moving me up to the ‘advanced’ office. I’ve decided to keep it quiet. I don’t want to overshadow Meredith’s big sendoff.
I scan the room and see faces I’ve grown familiar with. Faces that started unsure, eyes that would stare down more than up. Faces I’ve had pep talks with, given encouragement to...faces I’ve watched grow. Confidence growing out of insecurity.
There’s Dylan...we couldn’t be more different. He struck me as kinda strange until I got to know him and turns out he’s just a kid doing his best given the shit life’s thrown at him.
There’s Brendan. Okay, now he IS strange. But also hilarious. Guy makes me want to level up my comedy game. Kid’s got something special and I hope I’ve done my best to let him know I think that.
I spot Maryanne and, well, she’s doing what she always does. Work, work, work...first one in, last one out. She’s gonna make it, of that I have no doubt. A fact I try to tell her every time we work together.
Quietly standing in the back is Vance. The old guard. He defines the word ‘pro’. He’s seen it all. I wish we’d worked together more. Just such a nice guy who looks after these younger people kinda like I try to.
And finally we get to Colin, the man of many words. Kid is so freakin talented. He’s just too hard on himself. I hope he knows this shit isn’t live or die. Get out of his own head...there’s nothing in regards to talent holding him back.
I look over the room once more. These familiar faces. These friendly faces. This is my comfort zone. My happy place.
Meredith walks over and she’s just so excited to work with me one final time. I share her enthusiasm. I can’t believe the bond you create with people you think you barely know.
Our shift comes and it goes. We knock it out of the park, as we always do when we work together.
Afterwards, Meredith says her goodbye to everyone and I think I’m about to get away.
Only Derek has other designs. “This is Marcus’ last night, too.”
Heads turn. People gasp.
I explain where I’m going and why.
Vance is the first one over, half congratulating half bitching about how they keep plucking people from the office. But, he understands and he wants to keep in touch. Absolutely, my friend.
I look up and Brendan is diving in for a hug. Followed by Colin. Dylan, Maryanne...all of them.
The appreciation I feel from these amazing individuals goes above and beyond what I could have ever expected. It became real to me, in that moment, that not only did I mean something to them, but they meant something to me.
Meredith has tears in her eyes as she calls me ‘partner’ one last time. She inches in as I hug her and look around at the smiles surrounding us.
This is a family.
And I’m proud to have played a part in cultivating that environment.
~Welsh leans back in the present day, staring at an old photo of him with a group of co-workers, peers, whatever you want to call them. All smiling, arms around each other. A perfect moment captured in time.~
Welsh: This is what life’s all about. This is the good stuff.
~He turns and logs out of all his TRIAD stuff and gets up from his desk~