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Behind the Scenes
Assistant: “Sir, there seems to be a mix up with the schedule, it says that…”
Producer: “It’s no mistake.”
Assistant: “But It’s Mr. Arvio’s date, we can’t just switch…”
Producer: “Keith, I know what I’m doing. That hunk over there will sweep the show. We need good publicity after your stunt from the last date.”
Assistant: “That’s also not my name, and it was your idea, sir.”
Producer: “A good memory is NOT tolerable in situations like these, Kai! Live and let go!”
Logan's Date
A lavish restaurant with deep red velvet chairs and sparkling chandeliers. All waiters wore tuxedos, a trio of musicians played classical music, they also wore tuxedos. A vase of blood red roses are the center piece on the lace covered table.
Venti rolled her shoulders forward, hunching forward to make room to take a deep breath in the form fitting, revealing gown. Clutching a silk shawl around her shoulders like a blanket. A figure in a black hoodie, wearing a head set crawls behind the chairs. The intern, on his knees, begins to tug on her shawl. Venti slaps his hand. “The Producer said not to cover the dress, Miss Venti.”
The tug of war slides out of focus as the music shifts and the camera pans to the restaurant entrance, a shadow appears in the doorway.
Broad shoulders and a cowboy hat silhouetted in the doorways light. Logan steps into the light, wearing his hunters gear, it was clean, ironed, and yet, rugged. The music swells dramatically as he approaches.
A chair in the background clatters as the intern crawls out of frame.
“How ya doing, Venti?” He drawls, sliding into the chair opposite her. “You look mighty uncomfortable, are you cold or somethin’?.”
Venti pulls her arms closer around her chest. “Yeah… I’m really…cold. This dress don’t have any sleeves.”
“Can’t have ya cold.” Light gleams as Logan slides his jacket off, revealing a white dress shirt that strained against defined muscles. “Here you go.” He tosses the jacket, and Venti eagerly catches it and slips into it with impossible speed, buttoning it up to her chin before flipping the collar up.
“I hope ya ain’t sick, it’s pretty warm in here, do ya got chills?”
“I’m fine, just…cold after eating some ice cream…” She squirms and blushes, sucking her hands deeper into the jacket sleeves
“They serve ice cream here? I should get some for Andy and um…” Logan clears his throat, shifted in his seat and smiled earnestly. “I’m sure glad to be here. I was excited to come on this here show. I’ve been hoping for somethin’ like this for a while.”
Several waiters come to the table. One laid a napkin in front of them and stepped back, turning with flourish. The next waiter placed a fork by each plate before following the first, waiter after waiter, each placing one item on the table before they dramatically turned, forming a line behind the head waiter.
“Are they in a play? One of them musicals?” Logan asked, watching with interest.
“Your meal.” The final waiter announced proudly, All the waiters clicked their heels and bowed, their leaving synchronized, poetic and beautiful.
"What's all these forks for?" Venti touched a fork in the middle of the lavish array of forks that were spread around the large plates. The jacket's sleeve dragging over her forks. "Oh, I bet we get to pick our favorite to eat with... that's really fancy." She inspects them carefully, picking up a decorative one above her plate. "Oh, I like this small one! it's pretty"
"Where's all the food?" Logan pulls out a jagged dagger and pokes the sliver of meat with two sprigs of a yellow plant and one tiny green leaf stacked artfully.
"Maybe they ran out? Maybe they're making more, and this is to hold us over?" Venti gasped. "Ohh, they drew a heart with that golden colored sauce, ain't that cute!"
Logan shrugged, exchanging his dagger with a three pronged fork with a plunk. He stabbed the glazed meat and swallowed it in a bite. "It's good."
Venti nods and pushes the jacket's sleeve away from the food. "Yeah." She carefully chews, looking thoughtful.
“Ah… so anyway, as I was saying.” Logan started, coughing slightly. “You must be a real expert, being the star of the show an all, I was hoping you could help me out.” He looked away in embarrassment. “You see, there’s this girl, she’s, she’s perfect and, I don’t know how to tell her how I feel… you see, she’s someone close… and…”
Venti popped her hands out of Logan's jacket sleeves. “You love the builder, don’t you!” She props her hands on the table before shoving the large sleeves up her arms.
“Yeah.” Logan whispered shyly. “Do ya, do ya think she might, like me at all? Even just enough to go out with me?”
“Oh, this is perfect! I know just what you should do, she’ll say yes for sure. First you need to…”
A sudden loud crash and heavy breathing before the screen begins to shake.
“What are you doing? Don’t touch the camera!”
“I said CUT TO COMMERICAL!”
Behind the scenes
Producer: "What a mess! He was going to... how COULD he?!!"
Assistant: "Breathe into the paper bag sir."
Paper crinkling nosily
Assistant: "That's it. keep breathing."
Producer: "He was going to go head to head against Fang, the beach shoot, their abs on full glorious display, and then the volcano would erupt, Venti would have to pick which man to save her... and it's all RUINED Kyle! RUINED!"
Assistant: "A... a volcano?!"
Producer: "The show is RUINED!"
Charming voice: "Or... it's an excellent opportunity"
Producer: "What do you mean, guy who's handsome in a car salesmen way?"
Assistant: "Mr. Arvio?"
Arvio: "The one and only... you've done well to set the stage, your skills are impressive."
Producer: "I have, finally someone see's it!"
Arvio: Now, do I have a plan for you, and it's impossible to fail"