20-Word Challenge 10

There I was with the THOUSAND other writers at the conference. TOGETHER we waited in SILENCE for Evil Editor to appear, each of us PRETENDING to be brave and confident. The host told us to STANDBY, and so we had waited all MORNING. Then he walked in, UNRECOGNIZABLE in the PROCESSION of agents and editors taking the stage. There was no one with muttonchops! We had been BEGUILED by his blog, us WITLESS group of wannabees. But there, that one man with the sunlight SHIMMERING off his skin like Edward from Twilight, the one who looked THROUGH us as if we were nothing, and scared me so much I wished I could TELEPORT away. I had tried to TITIVATE my novel as best I could but now I knew I wouldn’t be leaving with a book contract, maybe some SOUVENIRS or Evil Editor KEYRINGS if I was lucky. Next time I can only hope I write better than the NONSENSE I have created this time. EE looked at me and asked me what I dared hope to present to him. “NOTHING,” I sighed, and slinked away.

--Whoever (New Beginning 517)