Ben Taub Hospital- Front Steps
Texas Medical Center
2:00pm
Devoid of a breeze, the sun felt hot on his face...December in Houston...cameras in his face...people in his face...strangers party to his most intimate tragedies and drama. And his agent whispering in his ear about inspiration for future songs, future contracts.
The questions came at him like a million mosquitos, biting, flying, swooping, repeating as if they could trip him up, get him to reveal a great quote for them to plaster all over the newspapers.
"Mr. Matthews, how do you feel about your father being shot?"
"Mr. Matthews, why do you think Fu Kim was a target?"
"Mr. Matthews, do you think you were the primary target?"
"Mr. Matthews, does this have anything to do with gangs taking offense to your music?"
"Mr. Matthews, what have the police done so far for you?"
"Mr. Matthews, do you think your father is in danger?"
"Mr. Matthews..."
"Mr. Matthews..."
OOC: MIKE