Detroit: Become Boyband

Exterior: Night


You are walking up to the front of your old podcasts new place.
The podcast may live in a new part of town, but you know the
people inside are what never changes. You slowly approach the
front door and hesitantly hit your knuckles across the door.


*knock knock*


Door opens, revealing the podcast you know and love.


AP: "Oh hello! Listener its so good to see you! Yes, come in,
come in! I know its been a while since you have been here last;
make yourself at home!


Interior: House


As you enter this new house, the fear that the move would change
your old friend quickly goes away, as you see three aspiring
podcasters running around inside, coming up with wacky ideas and
trying to get their audio to sound "more professional". As they
zip by, you and Pineapple Ju- erm- Amateur Prose, (That will be
hard to get used to) head toward the living room, where you both
spend the next several hours enjoying a nice dry cabernet,
talking about old times.


YOU: (chuckles): I can't believe this even happened. I always
assumed that once you hit episode 20 the name was dead set. It
still blows my mind you were considering changing it this whole
time.


AP: (takes a final pull from their wine and sets down the empty
glass on the coffee table): I am too, partially. It still doesn't
feel real, like I am in a dream. To tell you the truth, listener,
I think that it was inevitable. Just with the way the boys are
always looking to grow and change, I knew I couldn't just let
them...(sighs) It was either I adapt and grow with them, or they
would outgrow me.


The conversation drops into a lull for a moment as you soak that
in.


YOU: That's pretty heavy... but, you know, to keep this podcast
together, I don't know if I would have done any different. Still
bittersweet though, don't you think?


AP: Yeah... yeah. I still think about Pineapple Juice. How can I
not? That was who I was. It was apart of me as
much as Amateur Prose is me now. It's all me though, the
experiences, the episodes, the arguments, and the laughs. In the
end, I realized what matters isn't really what they call me, but
the memories they take away from their time with us. I just hope
that the boys and I can bring more people into the audience so
more people can enjoy what we are making.


YOU: That brings up something that I have been concerned about,
A.P. As your friend, I need to be blunt about this whole
rebranding. Is that what this all is? Just to bring in more
people? A marketing push?


Amateur Prose doesn't respond at first, and looks off into the
distance. You worry you may have gone too far, but just as you
open your mouth to apologize, A.P. points forward and you see
what they are looking at.


AP (gesturing to the three hosts of the podcast): As apart of
them growing, yes, there is truth to what you say, Listener. I
can't deny it. They want to improve and hopefully get more of an
audience. But that is really scratching the surface. The reality
is, this podcast was started because three friends who love to
tell stories wanted an excuse to create together. The podcast
exists because of a deep love of creativity, and frankly, the
podcast will exist as long as they are having fun. I am only
trying to facilitate that creativity.


YOU: I didn't mean any offense, I was just-


AP: Don't apologize to me Listener. I know your heart is in the
right place, and appreciate you looking out for me. You have been
here for so long, your support means the world. Right now, these
three are total amateurs. With any luck, by the time this podcast
eventually comes to a close, I will have gotten them close enough
to becoming actual pros.


YOU (raises glass): Well, I can drink to that! To Amateur Prose?


AP (a wide grin spreads across the podcasts face): To the future!





To the Future. . .