Historical Pitch Session 5

The poet swallowed nervously. The idea had seemed such a good one, at the time. Now, as he sat before the man with the strange facial hair and the ominous glint in his eyes, he wondered if he'd done the right thing.

"Hwaet!" he began, desperately.

"You already got my attention," the man replied in a world-weary growl.

The poet blushed. "Sorry," he said, "I'm sorry - I've, uh, I've got a poem - "

"I guessed that," the man said.

"I think it could be big," the poet said. "Like, commercial. Successful.