Glitter

The focus groups didn’t like Color’s. So forget another green man or red man. Brown man was off the table too for other reasons. Blue man would have been to much the same. Kyle sat in these meetings about his online persona. Giving very little input. One meeting they almost all reached a conclusion give him a mustache. That could be his thing. My thing Kyle thought, I wasn’t the Blue man or anything. What about Just Kyle. That could be cool. The room turned to him, and someone let out a chuckle. The man in the nice suit arrived however unlike his normal well dressed self his shirt was ripped stained brown. He had bags under his eyes. He said there’s no need for all of this. I told you all, glitter is the new black. The group looked at each in disbelief. They burst out cheering, banging on the tables glitter glitter glitter. Kyle gulped. Glitter it is he thought. Then they talked about his origin story, but Kyle couldn’t stop thinking about glitter. And the lights of west city far away. He wanted to cry.