regarding The Bev Thing
May. 19th, 2005 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lincolnkwJust to inject a little humor into the drama.
You know this is the way it went down.
I picture it happening this way.
There's been an emergency meeting called. Everyone has met in one of the larger conference rooms. Twenty or so people, seated around a an imposing black-marble table in a spartan white room. One large overhead light throwing the participants' faces into shadow. The guys, their management, their families, the challenge people, the bodyguards looming in the shadows. They're planning Challeng 2005 when one of the middle management drones realizes there has been no drama yet. Drama to get the fans worked up. Excited about the shortened event. Discussion starts about the subject of the soon to be announced "drama".
It quickly escalates into arguments and name-calling. Management against the event planners, the boys against their PR drones, the families chiming in to keep things calm (or stoke the flames on Lynn's part). No one can agree as to what should be leaked to the fans. Things start getting ugly and out of hand, making Lonnie and his guys nervous, as one of the PA's just threw her water bottle across the room to explode against the far wall.
Bev finally gets fed up with everyone yelloing and accusing. She slams her diminutive palm against the table to attract attention. It doesn't work. A piercing whistle stops everyone in their tracks, thoughts and sentences. They all focus on Bev seated next to a glowering Chris.
"Fine, your all being chickenshits about this. I'll do it! But someone better change the hotel, the Hard Rock gives me headaches. And no one gets to bitch over whatever it is I say!"
No one argues with her, relief evident on many faces, slight worry on others.
She sweeps out of the room, already talking to someone on her cellphone. Chris smirks.
"This should be fun," and follows her out.
Johnny's PA picks up her cellphone to make new hotel arrangements.
I think this might actually constitute my second ever bit of shared fiction.
You know this is the way it went down.
I picture it happening this way.
There's been an emergency meeting called. Everyone has met in one of the larger conference rooms. Twenty or so people, seated around a an imposing black-marble table in a spartan white room. One large overhead light throwing the participants' faces into shadow. The guys, their management, their families, the challenge people, the bodyguards looming in the shadows. They're planning Challeng 2005 when one of the middle management drones realizes there has been no drama yet. Drama to get the fans worked up. Excited about the shortened event. Discussion starts about the subject of the soon to be announced "drama".
It quickly escalates into arguments and name-calling. Management against the event planners, the boys against their PR drones, the families chiming in to keep things calm (or stoke the flames on Lynn's part). No one can agree as to what should be leaked to the fans. Things start getting ugly and out of hand, making Lonnie and his guys nervous, as one of the PA's just threw her water bottle across the room to explode against the far wall.
Bev finally gets fed up with everyone yelloing and accusing. She slams her diminutive palm against the table to attract attention. It doesn't work. A piercing whistle stops everyone in their tracks, thoughts and sentences. They all focus on Bev seated next to a glowering Chris.
"Fine, your all being chickenshits about this. I'll do it! But someone better change the hotel, the Hard Rock gives me headaches. And no one gets to bitch over whatever it is I say!"
No one argues with her, relief evident on many faces, slight worry on others.
She sweeps out of the room, already talking to someone on her cellphone. Chris smirks.
"This should be fun," and follows her out.
Johnny's PA picks up her cellphone to make new hotel arrangements.
I think this might actually constitute my second ever bit of shared fiction.
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Date: 2005-05-20 02:34 am (UTC)thanks!!
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Date: 2005-05-20 02:36 am (UTC)thank you!
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Date: 2005-05-20 02:36 am (UTC)And can you imagine the group meeting after the e-mail. Somewhere closed in, quick, no tables, no chairs, just a room with a lamp and the guys, there like it used to be but there's no singing, there's only heated discussion as to how to play the cards that Bev has lain for them, how to clean up the dirty laundry flying around. And it would be just as hot and passionate and everbody would be up and in motion and going going going and it would probably erupt into the hottest GSF EVAR.
And there we go. I'm done. But thanks for the thought, linc. ;)
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Date: 2005-05-20 02:39 am (UTC)WONDERFUL!
And I just saw typos!
Dammit.
*runs off to edit*
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Date: 2005-05-20 09:29 am (UTC)I love you. *smooch*
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Date: 2005-05-20 03:33 pm (UTC)It is to boggle.
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