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After leaving Keely's house, Phil checked into a hotel that was just down the street. He wasn't able to sleep a wink, though, knowing that what was supposed to be biggest day of Keely's life was only hours away. At around 5:30, he succumbed to his restless subconscious and made the decision to walk over to the studio, even though Keely had told him that he didn't need to be there until about quarter to eight. The studio was naturally only a few blocks away and so it wasn't even 5:40 by the time he arrived. He had no trouble getting past the security gate, as Keely had given him her guest pass for the day.

When he walked through the main doors of the building, he found all members of the crew bustling about trying to prepare for the Early Risers Show at 6:00. Although he wasn't sure that he should be wandering about unsupervised, he found that it was pretty easy to do considering how preoccupied everyone was. After wandering around a hallway or two and then backtracking, he finally found the broadcast room, in which he found the Early Riser anchor duo already sitting at their desks while a young man, who looked distinctly like Theodore, was setting up the camera about ten feet away from the anchors' desk. A large clock on the wall across from the anchors indicated that it was 5:55. Along that same wall was a row of chairs in which sat four important looking people, along with a fifth chair that sat empty at the end of the row closest to Phil. He looked over his shoulder for a minute to check if anyone might be coming in behind him, but when he determined there was not, he helped himself to the empty chair.

It wasn't long before the camera man started the countdown and then declared action. A moment later he turned around to find someone was sitting his chair. He settled for standing against the wall for the time being, as he couldn't question this someone until the broadcasting had ended. About ten minutes into the program, the anchors announced a commercial break and the cameraman promptly took them off the air. Now that he had a few minutes, he approached Phil and asked if there was something that he could do for him.

"I'm just waiting at the news at 8:00 with Keely Teslow," Phil stated, trying to pretend that he honestly had no clue he shouldn't have been there just then.

"I take you're Phil Diffy," The cameraman spoke and extended his hand, and explained, "Theodore Walters…call me Ted."

"Yeah…nice to meet you," Phil replied halfheartedly and extended his own hand as well.

"Yeah, like wise," Ted seemed to be a little more enthused about their meeting, however, he was forced to continue with, "Hey, man I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you can't just wander around here by yourself. I mean, it's cool if you want to watch Keely's show and she invited you and all, but Keely's not even here yet, so…"

"Oh, she's not?" Phil faked a nervous laugh. "I just figured she was getting coffee or…something." Honestly had hadn't been sure if Keely had been there or not before he left the hotel, but it had become pretty obvious to him before too long. And after he'd managed to run into Ted, he hoped for a chance to 'chat' with him. Of course, now that he had his chance, he couldn't think of anything to say. There wasn't much time to say anything anyways, as Ted had to put the studio back on the air after only a few minutes worth of commercials. After which he returned to his spot against the wall, apparently having decided to let Phil's presence slide.

I wonder why he knows who I am. Does Keely talk about me often? Phil thought to himself as he half listened to the anchors discuss the newest craze in home health care books. Apparently the nation was all wound up about a newly discovered herb that, given his profession, he knew would last through twenty-first century, but would completely disappear by the year 2100.

Keely finally arrived just short after seven o'clock. She was surprised to learn that Phil had arrived so early, but wasn't in any mood to question his motives. All she could think about was she had to put on a real news broadcast in roughly forty-five minutes for first time of her life. All the years of mock broadcastings in school and even her news show in high school were doing little to ease her nerves as she shuffled through her note cards like a freshman before finals.

Finally, the dreaded moment came. Keely took a seat behind the broadcaster's table. Ted asked her then if she was ready to go and she replied with a weak, 'yes.' Ted started the countdown and declared, "Action!"

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 how her name was said several times throughout the introduction of her news show in high school.

"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 just 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.