Darth Vicomte: "Our final award for the night is going to............Oboe-Wan!" http://blogs.starwars.com/Blogs/54

**Camera pans wildly around the auditorium, screaming fans streaking past in blurs of fantastic colors. The camera finally settles on the section of ewoks jumping around like maniacs and pointing to the lone human among them. Wide mouthed, she points to her chest "Me?" she mouths.

A wookiee stands up and shoves her out in to the aisle and finally she seems to understand the weight of what has just happened here. Full throttle, she rushes the stage now screaming at the top of her lungs. "I did it! I did it!!"

Darth Vicomte takes evasive action, but not fast enough for the small crazed human as she wraps her arms around his neck. "Can I kiss you?" she cries. Whacking her on the head with his skinny microphone he says to his off-stage agent, "this is more than I bargained for." Security rushes in and peels Oboe-Wan off her quarry and point her toward the podium.

A pit droid hands her the virtual trophy and she turns it over nervously in her hands before facing the screaming crowd again. "Ahem...." she says, tapping the mic. "Is this thing on?"

The crowd settles down and she begins.... "It's just an honor to be nominated. I never thought in a million light years...." She pulls a piece of spiral notebook paper out of her pocket. "Well.... first, I'd like to thank my father for taking me to see ANH 1977 as an impressionable 3-year-old. My mother for not stopping him. My brother for being as big a dork as I am. Of course George Lucas without whom none of this would be possible...."

"WE LOVE YOU OBOE-WAN!!" comes a staged call from voices in the balcony.

Oboe-Wan blushes and points to the balcony. "I love you too!" Getting back to her list.... "Of course I'd like to thank Darth Vicomte for reading my blogs, all the other bloggers & SW.com members for reading my work and the mods for not banning me...."

***The orchestra strikes up signaling that her time is over***

She looks around frantic. "And I can't forget my son for busting all his toys and my husband for not reading the packaging."

Battle droids roll onto the stage straight for her. "Thanks to Kenner, LFL, my DVD player...."

The droids each grab a limb and start to drag her off stage. ".....Darth Vader, jkthunder.... AMIDALOOINE!!............... eeeyaaah!!!........... mirax7, Graham76, jedicathiecat............" The droids pull her back behind the curtains, but she manages one last cry: "FRODO LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!"

Finally off the stage, the orchestra wraps up their piece and Darth Vicomte takes centerstage once again.... "Well, let's get back to the show, shall we?"

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