Cancelled
Community Fan #78 paced back and forth nervously in the dark, his socked feet occasionally sliding against the hardwood floor. His eyes were perpetually pivoting between the clock and the door. He paused only to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Already he had been here for two, maybe three, hours. It was a Thursday night. In his apartment, he would usually be on the couch right about now, eyes glued to the television. But this wasn’t his apartment.
This wasn’t a matter of life or death. No, it was worse. It was a matter of how in the world he was going to fill the half hour of his life that would be opened if NBC canceled his favorite show: ‘Community’. He knew he couldn’t bear the pain that would come with that loss. At least, not this soon. ‘The show should have four seasons, at least!’ he would tell himself as he angrily posted on message boards. But when NBC’s midseason schedule came with no mention of his beloved show and where the second half of its third season would air, the probable fate of the show became clear to him.
Television had become a sort of drug for him since his wife left. Before, it was just a hobby. But the hobby soon turned into habit, habit into ritual, ritual into obsession, and so on. And the centerpiece of it all was ‘Community’. Every Thursday night at 7:00, there was only one option for Community Fan #78: to be set in front of his TV, tuned into NBC. If television was the glue that held his life together, ‘Community’ was the bottle that held the glue.
This wasn’t the first time he’d watched a show come and go. He’d seen it all before: fan campaigns, flash mobs, letters to the network. It was almost like a routine, albeit one that rarely had an effect on anything. The executives were too focused on the numbers. Fan campaigns were too easy to ignore. Community Fan #78 realized to be successful, you need to make it personal. And as far as he could tell, he was the only one that would take the risk.
Community Fan #78’s head snapped towards the door. He heard footsteps. They gradually became louder, then stopped altogether. The doorknob began to turn and NBC Executive #3 entered the apartment. He sighed as he set his briefcase down and his hand slid up and down the wall, searching for the lightswtich. He found it and flicked it upwards, revealing an intruder sitting at his kitchen table. A mix of fear and anger took hold of NBC Executive #3 and, eventually, the anger won out.
“Who in the hell are you?”
“Relax. I just want to talk.”
“Relax? The guy who’s been sitting in the dark in my apartment waiting for me for God knows how long wants me to relax!?”
“Just listen. We need to talk.”
“What do we need to talk about? The punishment for breaking and entering? How deranged you are? How fast it’ll take the cops to get here?”
“About ‘Community”.
There was a break in the conversation. Disbelief only heightened NBC Executive #3’s anger.
“This. Is about. A TV show?!” he said in a quiet way that maintained the intensity of gospel choir soloist.
Community Fan #78 was afraid this would be the reaction he’d get. Some people just didn’t understand. TV shows could be so much more. In his eyes, a TV show could be reliable. A TV show could bring comfort. A TV show could encompass a wide range of emotion and elicit the same from its audience. A TV show was almost like person. A friend.
Community Fan #78 blinked. He’d let himself get lost in his own thoughts again. He didn’t know how long the silence had been going on, but he was guessing it was unnerving the other man in the room even more.
“Yes, a TV show.”
“Well, what about it? What could possibly be some important about ‘Community’ that you have to break into my apartment and confront me about it?”
“A TV show is like a person…” Even Community Fan #78 knew how absolutely stupid that sounded out loud and the cackle from NBC Executive #3 only confirmed it. It sounded remarkably foolish, but Community Fan #78 believed it more than he had ever believed in anything. Every time he wandered through his thoughts, he always reached that same conclusion. ‘A TV show is like a person’, he told himself again, ‘and how dare he tell me otherwise’.
“Really? Alright, you know what? I’m just gonna go ahead and call the police and report you for breaking and entering and ill-informed metaphor” replied the executive between his laughter.
“A Tv show is like a person. They are so much more similar then you would think. A Tv show can be comforting, or sad, or happy. They’re almost like friends….”
As Community Fan #78 went on and on trying to justify the metaphor he felt defined his life, the cackles of NBC Executive #3 grew louder and more animal-like by the second, almost to the point where Community Fan #78 seemed to be the sanest in the room.
“…our lives have so many of the same elements.” He almost had to yell to be heard over the cackles. “Drama, comedy, suspense, romance…” The laughter was becoming too much. Community Fan #78 feared he was very close to having to use his last resort. “In a way they can be renewed….” The laughter was echoing through the apartment, bouncing off the walls, bouncing off the furniture, bouncing off the floor, bouncing everywhere, bouncing in and out of his ears, circling his brain, seeping into his eyes and nose and mouth and flooding his stomach with nausea until it became too much. “…or they can be canceled.” He finished as he pulled out a gun.
The laughter was gone. A stunned NBC Executive #3 stood motionless.
“R-relax.”
“You can’t cancel ‘Community’.”
“Hey, come one. It’s just on hiatus.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Look, I care about ‘Community’ too. It’s really one of my favorite shows.”
“What’s your favorite episode?’
Silence.
“WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE EPISODE?!?”
There was more silence, eventually broken by the sound of a safety on a gun being turned off.
“Wait! Please, wait! If a person is like a TV show, that what would you be doing if you shot me?” NBC Executive #3 began pleading as he slowly moved towards Community Fan #78.
“Canceling you.”
“Exactly. If a person is like a TV show, what’s the difference between me canceling ‘Community’ and you shooting me. Nothing! In your eyes, they’re the same thing!”
He had a point. Community Fan #78 lowered his gun and almost instantly fell into his web of thoughts. His own logic had been used against him and it was tearing him up from the inside. NBC Executive #3 saw his opportunity and tackled Community Fan #78 to the ground and unleashed his anger. By the time the police showed up, NBC Executive #3 was washing the blood off his hands and already making plans to buy a new security system.
Season 4 of Community premiered on September 21st, 2012. In Room 209 of St. Annie’s Hospital, Community Fan #78 paid no attention.