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As Phil stood smiling behind the cameraman at poor, nervous, couldn't breathe Keely, his conscience continued to gnaw at his stomach. Coming to see her was one thing, but trying to sabotage her marriage and after she told him to butt out was another. He kept asking himself, if she technically had yet to ask, then was he really going against her wishes? That question had come up for him time and time again, in one form or another. Of course, at the same time, he couldn't help but grow more and more agitated as the cameraman tried to soothe her.

So…this is the guy? Phil thought. Huh…kind of a scrawny, young, punkish, pretty boy kind of guy…how did Keely ever fall for a disaster waiting to happen like this? Just listen how he talks to her! Like she's a frightened horse or something…disgusting! What even is his name?

"You ready, Miss Teslow?" the cameraman asked. Keely nodded slowly.

"Yes, Ted." Keely replied.

"Okay, then, five, four, three, two, one…action!" Ted declared.

Keely sat silent and bugged eyed for a few seconds, then looking down on at her papers, sputtered, "Ga…good morning, everybody. My name is…uh, Ka…Keely and I will be taking over the news at this time. My name's Keely Teslow."

Good old Keely…always making sure the world knows her name, whether she's thinking straight or not. Phil thought with a slight grin, recalling the introduction to her old show in high school, when her name was said several times throughout.

"Last evening, a man robbed a convince store…no, no! I mean it was a jewelry store. Wait…a clothes store, in the mall. He held a gun to the cashier's head and…no; he held a knife to throat of another customer…and he threatened to call the cops if he didn't get out? No, it was the cashier who threatened to call the cops! Well, anyways…no one was hurt and a customer who was in the dressing room before and during the holdup, managed to secretly call the police on her cell phone." Keely was beginning to wish she had read her notes a few more times through. She was reminiscing of times in high school like this; her test so full of scribble marks there was no room to write the answers anymore.

"Also, Wednesday night, a woman went into labor just as a plane landed back at the airport. There was a doctor on board, who wound up delivering the baby, more on this from um, um, um…Dr. Green!" She held her breath, waiting for the signal that they were off air. When it came, she blew short and loud, and threw her face down on the table. "I made a complete idiot of myself!" She cried.

"Now, Miss Teslow, I think you did just fine. I would never be able to do what you're doing, half as well even!" Ted tried to cheer her up. A clump of hair fell from the top of her head to her left side as her head shifted, but she said nothing.

"Keely," Phil spoke. Keely raised her head slightly so she could see him. "Do you remember when you entered that song contest, and you were so nervous that I had to use..." Phil stopped what he was saying, and then continued with, "I had to sit somewhere that you could see me, so you wouldn't freeze, you were so comfortable singing to me."

"Why are you bringing this up? I already feel dumb enough!" Keely snapped.

"Well, don't remember what happened? You wound up rocking the house that night!" Phil exclaimed. Keely thought back, and smiled.

"I did, didn't I?" She cooed.

"I not quite sure how you managed to pull yourself through…but you did! Just remember what got you through that night, and maybe it will help you get through today." Phil advised.

Keely sat up and nodded, a little unsure. She took a deep breath, and Ted said, "Okay, get ready: five…four…three…two…one…action!"

"Thank you, Dr. Green. Now, the weather report," Keely spoke smoothly, and the next intermission began.

Phil smiled. Now that's the Keely I know.