Thank you, again, for all your reviews! *looks over to Dusty* Wow, Dusty's the popular subject right now.
When everyone -except Miles- was situated again, Londyn opened another letter. She pushed it over to Streak, who flapped over to Cecil, handed it to him, and flapped back to perch on Rush's back.
"Stop that!" Cecil hissed at the dragon, trying to get the letter off his hood, but he gave up, attempting to read it at an odd angle. "This one's for Lightning from theblackholefan573. Oh, actually… I think there are two, here. What was your childhood like?" he read, hoping that was what it said.
"My childhood was, well, interesting in that my parents were rich," Lightning began, "At school, everyone wanted to be my "friend" only so they could spend their time in what they called a mansion. I guess I got caught up in the glory of it…" he said, not knowing what else to say.
"Well, you're out of that now, aren't you?" Cecil asked rhetorically before reading the next question, "What inspired you to become a racecar?" he tried to flick the letter off his hood, but he couldn't for some reason. His hood wasn't angled right.
"Well, Cecil, I was built a racecar. But what inspired me to actually become one was The King. I have to admit, I always watched his races. I have to say he was my main inspiration."
The light blue racecar looked at Lightning in surprise, but didn't say anything because it wasn't his turn to speak.
"Well, are there any more questions for Lightning before we move on?" he asked the other hosts.
Estella looked around, as she wasn't dealing with the letters. In all honesty, she wasn't doing much at all, unsure how to take the stage from underneath Cecil, who seemed to love being a TV personality.
Londyn rolled over to her, "Bored, are we?"
"More nervous… Miles isn't here yet," she replied quietly, making sure she was off camera.
"He's probably lost, knowing him," she said, chuckling slightly. "Anyway, you can help me with letters if you'd like."
"Sure, why not?" she followed the green car over to the growing pile in the corner of the stage, looking for any that seemed interesting.
Miles continued to drive in circles around the city, wondering where he was or if he was anywhere close to the studio. He thought he saw the metal building again, and assumed that it would be his only option if he didn't find it soon; either way, he was not asking for directions.
