The First Gilded Chris Award Ceremony

The Psycho Producers all sat on the bleachers in the Theatre, waiting for the Ceremony to begin. Most of them were staring down Isaiah hard. He simply looked away, trying (and failing) to ignore the dirty looks.

Chris then appeared, wearing the familiar blue tuxedo. He walked up to the podium and cleared his throat. "Welcome, castmates, to the very first Gilded Chris Award Ceremony. You all know how this works. Just like last season, the viewers will decide your fate. They have already cast in their votes, and sealed the deal. There are only five GC Awards here…Huh?" He turned behind him and saw that there were no Awards behind him. "Chef! Come out here!"

There was a silence. Everyone waited for a few moments, then the chef appeared, wearing the hideous pink sparkly dress, pink sparkly chef's hat, and high heels. He was carrying the tray that held the five small, gilded statues.

"I hate my life." He muttered.

"As I was saying," Chris continued, clearly annoyed. "there are only five GC Awards here. When I call your name, come up and claim your Award. You have not been voted off, and you are safe. The castmate who does not receive an Award tonight must immediately walk down the Red Carpet of Shame, to catch the Limo of Losers. That means that you are out of the contest. And you cannot come back…EVER.

"The First Gilded Chris goes to…Jennifer."

Jen walked up onstage, picked up a Gilded Chris, then sat back down on the bleachers.

"Next is…Tim."

Tim also walked up, snatched a Gilded Chris, and returned to his seat.

"Luke."

"And Mary."

Mary heaved a sigh of relief as her name was called. Several of her teammates scowled.

Chris stared down the final two castmates hard, sending shivers down their spines. "Ruth, Isaiah. This is the final Gilded Chris Award of the night."

Isaiah already pretty much figured that he was doomed. Ruth was the exact opposite. She had her arms crossed, and an arrogant smirk on her face.

"Both of you received votes tonight, but only one received a majority, and their first GC Award Ceremony will also be their last."

Ruth looked back at the pathetic geek, who was now sweating nervously. She looked back at Chris and the final Award in his hand. The thought of her being the one voted off and not Isaiah made her slightly nervous, and her confidence began to falter.

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Ruth smirked at Isaiah, then walked up to the stage and snatched up the final Award.

"Thank you." She sat back down, glancing at Isaiah. All of the other members of the Psycho Producers also stared him down with satisfied grins. He simply hung his head.

"Really, not that much of a shocker, bro. You really sucked today." Chris said.

Isaiah looked up at him for a few moments, then simply shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I did." Then, without another word, he got up and walked down the Red Carpet up to the waiting Limo of Losers. Chef was already standing by, holding the door open. Isaiah stepped inside, and Chef slammed the door shut behind him. Chef then walked over to the driver's side of the Limo, got in, and started the engine.

Just before it sped off, Isaiah rolled down his window and looked at his teammates. He then stuck his head out the window and said, "I'm sorry I let you all down!"

At first, his teammates didn't seem convinced, but then they lightened up and responded.

"It's OK, man." Luke said first.

"At least you stepped up." Ruth added.

"Bye!"

"See ya!"

The Limo sped off, taking Isaiah away with it.

This Ceremony's Epilogue…

As the five members of the Producers walked back to their trailers, Jen walked up to Mary, who was all by herself at the time.

"Hey." Mary said, clearly still upset.

"Listen, I guess we were being a little harsh back there. You know, the whole sabotaging thing. But did you really do it?"

Mary looked up at her for a long moment, as if she didn't even know. Then she answered, "No."

Jen nodded slightly. "I thought not."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Usually, you admit to the tricks you pull. But after seeing how much you denied it, I figured that you were telling the truth. But now we need to find out who really did it."

"That won't be easy. But we can only hope that he or she doesn't strike again."

"Hopefully."