The nervous young man sat in the office of the big-time television producer. He had never left Indiana before, and here he was in a small office in Los Angeles, waiting for an interview. Ned looked down at the paper in his hand. This was it, he thought, if I can get Bryman to accept my premis, I'll never have to lay carpet with a bunch of a-hole construction workers again. Ned looked at the papers in his hands, they were slightly damp from sweating on them. Just then the door opened and Bryman walked in. Ned began to stand to introduce himself.

"Hello Mr. Calloway, I'm Bryman Seythong, I'm sure you've seen my show."

Ned readily agreed. He had in reality only seen a very few number of shows, but he knew the premis. The name of the show was "American Writer", and a group of seven or so people or teams of people (usually not more than 3 or so), would stand in front of a panel of great television show writers (ever since the complete collapse of the television industry in the late 60's because of the strict anti-mafia legislation enacted by John F. Kennedy in 1964. The assasination attempt on his life in 1963 failed, but as everyone knows it killed Jaqualin, his wife. The whole world moarned, and with the later death of Marylin Monroe, would be the inspiration for Alice Cooper's hauntingly beautiful, and disqueting at the same time, "Liberty Bleeds". But enough rambling, JFK essentially created a police force based on the branch of the Judicial system, that strictly enforced ethics in politics. The agency could even use force, if necessary. The resulting Cocaine/Graft busts in the califonia area collapsed the mafia/corporate structure of the entertainment industry. It was then that television was viable if and only if, the marketing firms of tv's advertisers could show an audience actually watched it, subsequently, the writers became king.