lawrence 'laurie' farr 🌟 d2, fin.

Lights, camera, action!

This here is the pinnacle of show business, baby. This here, is the scion of an old yet ageless legacy.

Yes, I am referring to myself.

Yes, I am shooting my first commercial.

Newly minted, freshly seventeen, this right here, me, Lawrence Farr, is our legacy restored to its former shine and glory, no matter what my brothers and sisters have to say about it! I mean, the family has been keeping busy as a whole, what with the new television show and plans to make our media empire a district-wide sensation, but to be a Farr is to embody ambition, daringly and dashingly.

To be a Farr is to shine, even in the darkest of darks.

That’s what Gran-Gran achieved by making sure the family business ran smoothly. Now look at us! Masters at stagecraft, media darlings of the district, our faces gilded and immortal on colorful posters. The Farr’s dance with stars, laugh in a matter that songbirds envy. The Farr’s glimmer, glisten, and glister. 

And the show has only begun.

“Hey, snap a picture of my arms,” I offer, unfurling my smile insured the cost of a hundred tesserae.

[We perceive August as he, with panache, curls his left bicep teasingly at the huge, reverent eye of the tape-recorder. Yes, it is objectively a meaty bicep. Get it? Objectively?]

Very soon, these will become the award-winning smile and biceps of Two.