Title: Power Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General Characters: Brad as the narrator, others. Prompt: 083. And. Word Count: 434 Rating: G. Author's Notes: See if you can figure out where the word “and” comes into this one. So many things had happened since the day the power went out. Ryan would come out of his dressing room, look left to right, sneak back inside. Colin ate red apples every day, never once looking for a worm inside. Greg found his shirt flung over the chair, messy, refusing to put it on because it was wrinkled. Wayne stared at himself in the mirror, too enamored with himself to do much of anything else. Chip cut himself off from the rest of the group, forcing himself to read passages from the Koran. What did I do? I was the one who turned the power out. Yep. That’s me. Brad Sherwood, man of mysterious…mysteriousness. I’m so mysterious, I don’t even know what I’m talking about most of the time. So, that day the power went out? You want to know about that? All right, I’ll tell you. You’re not going to like me after this one, trust me. Well, it just happened to be four weeks, three days, seven hours ago. The cast that day was the normal, Colin, Ryan, Wayne, myself. What wasn’t normal was the insane amount of jealousy I was feeling about all the scenes that Ryan got to do with Colin. I wanted my chance to act with improv royalty, too! Just the two of us. Can you imagine the exposure I would get from that? So, anyway, later on, we did a Scenes From a Hat, Ryan getting in some good jabs, but Colin getting in the best. Of course. Like always. Well, one suggestion was something like, “People you would never want to see naked”. Ryan pulled me on stage, pointed at me, audience went nuts. Inside, my heart was breaking. I was not ugly! The dark lines underneath my eyes swelled as I felt myself being pulled into the shadows. I was backstage now, looking at the circuit breaker for the whole studio. Why they kept it in the dark, I’ll never know. Just a simple flick of the switch. It would be so easy, and so unbelievably satisfying. The power was right there at my hands. Dan was screaming at me, something about an audience and taping a television show, but all I could focus on was that red switch. Click. Screaming, panic, more screaming. I was grinning. Finally, they would know who held the power in this place. The alarm went off, Brad Sherwood slowly awoke. He rubbed his tired eyes, kicked off the warm sheets. Last night there had been…dreams. Nightmares? He wasn’t sure. But something about a red handle haunted his thoughts.