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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 23:54:50 GMT
Who actually has time to sit and watch television in this modern hustle and bustle existence? Sure, everyone and their's mom's mom's watched Breaking Bad and a bunch of the world's actual biggest losers watched The Biggest Loser, but Drew was a busy guy, being on television himself and all. Since Drew is still considered to be quite the fresh face in the late night television circuit, his interviewing cred hasn't exactly been built yet. Usually what ends up happening is Drew blabbering and faking it till he makes it through the arduous process of talking to, say, Chris Hemsworth about his big rubber hammer. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just the fact that he hasn't seen anything he's supposed to help promote himself. Well, for the most part. Obviously when that new War between the Stars came out, he was out all night, coming in work with the dark eyes of a Sith Lord the following morning.
Those cue and note cards of his tend to be his lifeline in one-on-one situations like that. Critics have even noted a huge difference between the monologue and skit sections compared to Drew's personal time with the guests. Everyone has something they can work on. Maybe if, say, Drew one day wanted to succeed that other guy with that other slightly early yet still technically late Late Show, a lack of earnest correspondence would probably hold him back from becoming a front runner in that particular race.
So, in an effort to try and curb this affliction, Drew has started prepping. Not onions or the base for a soup, but when applicable, getting together with the guests earlier on in the day, far ahead of taping, in order to try and build some rapport, along with coaching the guests through some segments, as well. Sure, the other guys do it, but Drew, coming from his more improvisational background, opted to go in relatively cold, much to the chagrin of producers and many timid or "blindsided" guests. Drew may teeter the line occasionally of prying too far into some odd subject, going off on a tangent unrelated to the publicity tour, or just being too goofy or misinformed for their taste. However, Drew is an adult, and, after many an angry meeting with the bank rollers, along with some long-slumbering sense of humility, he decides maybe growing up and being responsible for a change isn't the worst idea. In addition to getting the brass off his back, maybe he'd make some new star friends, and get tickets to that next Star Wars for free this time.
As an ultimate practice move, in order to make everyone more comfortable when the time actually comes, Drew has the set basically cleared off, save for stagehands setting up, or PA's running coffee to and fro. The cameras are in starting position, but off. The stage is lit show-ready. Drew sits at his desk, glossy with a fresh coat of wax. It's curves resemble that of a painter's palette, with Drew snug right in the crescent's center. When the cameras are rolling, Drew would be all dolled up in some slim suit that showed off his maintained physique. He's on TV, after all. Can't be eating Hostess treats all day. Currently, however, Drew's sitting behind his desk in some worn, plaid button up, wrinkles still visible from the presumed floor the shirt was scraped from. Very casual. It's not showtime quite yet.
Somewhat anxiously, he was flipping through his note cards which contained interview material for the Our Chaotic Life cast, reading questions out loud to himself. This was the show's first visit to the Late Late show via cross-promotion, and Drew had yet to meet any of these talented youngsters that populate the talent. "So, what's it like, you know, being on TV?" He pauses and stares at the card. "Wow, my interview skills are off the charts, huh? Who won't want to tune in for that bombshell?" Followed up with an aggravated-but-gentle taps of the cards against his furrowed forehead. "Maybe they can ask me how hosting is going. I can tell 'em great, but then ask where the bathroom is and leave." Drew darts his gaze across the studio a few times, looking for signs of life. He checks his watch. It's still early enough. At this point, Drew's anxiety was rising, his feet fidgeting beneath the desk a dead giveaway. "Another question: so, like, who are you?" Yeah, this was gonna be a great interview.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 1:50:23 GMT
@anna @drewlewis The publicity circuit was something Savannah wasn't really accustomed to yet. She didn't mind it necessarily, it just took some getting used to. It was hard to answer so many questions without getting bored or offended in the rare case. Despite this, Savannah found herself preparing for an interview on The Late, Late Show. She didn't know copious amounts about the show's host, but she did happen to know that she had to expect the unexpected.
Before the actual taping, Savannah was informed that she would be running through the questions with the host. It calmed her a bit to know she wasn't going in without a clue, but she wasn't the best at answering questions no matter what. Despite it not being time for taping, her makeup and hair were already completed. Savannah was dressed in simple sweatpants and a tight college t-shirt (not that she went to college, but her mother went to Boston University). Savannah would later don a dark blue dress that flared at the waist. Because of this, the makeup artist at the show added a small blue flower behind her ear, nearly disappearing in her wavy, curled hair.
Walking onto the set, it was hard to even tell what would be happening in just a little bit of time. The set was primarily empty, while Drew himself sat at the desk. Savannah was on her own for the moment, knowing her company from Our Chaotic Life would be joining her in just a moment. Savannah's flats made a soft tap on the floor, just barely noticeable. As she approached, Savannah suddenly became unsure of how to act. It wasn't her first interview by any means, but the first time such a host wanted to have such an informal meeting. Some just sent questions ahead of time, but Savannah wasn't too sure on how to feel about the early meeting just yet.
At last she reached the desk after what felt like an awkward eternity, shuffling her feet just a tad and speaking as she approached: "Hi, uh... I'm Savannah. I play Liz on the show," she offered her hand for him to shake, not knowing the proper protocol of such an arrangement. "Sorry, you probably know that." She felt a little comfort as she saw Drew's attire, however, knowing that the makeup artist was not kidding when they told her that sweatpants was fine. WORDS 400 NOTES not my best work? MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 4:29:17 GMT
"Is your life really as chaotic as the title implies?" "Are you guys closer to Friends or Two Guys, a Girl, and a Pizza Place? Do you even remember that one?" "Do you stand-com more than you sit-com?"
So obsessed was Drew with these completely and utterly punderful yet painfully hollow "questions" scrawled on his note cards that he failed to notice a striking young woman approach his desk. Those stage shoes made her seem like she was sneaking, or timid, or shy, or maybe just being cautious to approach the only guy in the giant room sitting behind an odd desk. Despite the length of that shuffle of hers, Drew was still slightly startled by the restrained greeting Savannah managed to muster. His still-jittery foot knocks against the bottom of his desk, which makes Drew give a very puppy-like "Yow!" which he silences. He is in the presence of a pretty woman, and not Julia Roberts (thank goodness).
Drew quickly regains his composure (love those acting classes) and in an overly theatrical yet casual fashion adjusts himself to rest his fist on his chin, smiling mildly, while gripping his cards tighter. She introduces herself as Savannah, playing Liz on that show. She's the first interviewee to arrive. Almost as casual as Drew himself, save for that adorable flower tucked inside that ocean of wavy hair she had. Those makeup artists and their floral fixation. "Hey, howdy, how are ya? I'm, uh...I always forget this part." He sort of nods his head upwards towards the neon sign at the top of the set, blaring "THE LATE LATE SHOW WITH DREW LEWIS" at 1,000 watts a second outward at the audience. With the toe throbbing stopping via all the blood rushing elsewhere now that human interaction was to take place, Drew manages to stand from his desk and quickly sidestep around the edge, extending his cardless hand for a traditional, old fashioned handshake. His hand tremors slightly, barely noticeable. Hopefully.
At her mention of being on the show he already knew, Drew shakes his head slightly while a bemused grin appears on his face. "Hah, funny thing about that. I kinda had to IMDb you guys. I uh, I know you film pretty close by here, and that you play Rachel, a woman just looking for her Ross." He seemed stuck on the whole Friends thing. Maybe he'll think of something better later, but for now, greeting this guest with charm was supposed to be the focus. Supposed to be. "But that's about it. That's kind of what this whole set-up is for. Thank you for coming, by the way. Last week, me and Bruce Campbell were supposed to," he, without missing a beat, throws his fists in the air, still clenching cards, jumping back on the train at "hang out, or whatever, but he skipped out. Wasn't my, uh, best interview."
In an effort to actually include this lady in the conversation, he flips into Host Mode Lite(tm): "But, hey, that's why you're here, right? You and the rest of the Our Crazy Lives cast members are going to be the best guests I gets...geus...t..." Failing to effectively turn "gets" into "guest" to complete his rhyme scheme, he shrugs and sort of slumps inward. "So, uh, have you been interviewed before? How'd that go?"
((ooc: I'm too big of a dork to ever write anything good I hope you're having fun oh boy :/ ))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 6:15:51 GMT
@anna @drewlewis What Savannah didn't expect was for Drew to be a bit goofy. Perhaps that wasn't the right word, but the first sound that came out of his mouth was a yelp for a significant knock of his foot against the desk. Savannah thought better of laughing at his misfortune, but there was something about him to her that just did not signal that he was a late night host. From what she had heard about Drew Lewis and the Late, Late Show, he was a tad better with skits and monologues than interviews, which was just her luck. At the same time, there was also something appealing about his goofy, bubbly nature. He just felt very warm and friendly despite his staggering motion attempting to be suave. Not that Savannah knew that was what he was attempting and failing.
"Drew, if I can call you that?" Savannah nodded, grinning at his gesture to the pretty obvious sign. Surely he had pulled that one before, but she still smiled. As they shook hands, Savannah became aware of the fact that it probably wasn't the normal physical action, or perhaps the hugs at the beginning of interviews on late night was just for show. Surely talk show hosts weren't that friendly with all of their guests. But there was something about Drew that made Savannah want to trust him.
The next thing that surprised Savannah was Drew's honesty. Most talk show hosts didn't admit to not knowing a thing about Our Chaotic Life, even when it was terribly obvious that they didn't have a clue. The transparency was appreciated. There was something about this conversation that made Savannah think that the interview may not be fake smiles and cheap answers after all. Drew was a little off on his description and Savannah shrugged in a calm way to correct him: "She's kinda more like the Monica, really," but she didn't mean it in a harsh way. The smile still sat primly on Savannah's face and she began to feel more relaxed in the conversation, though the same may not have been true for Drew at least for the next few moments. "She's the neat-freak, and the most unlucky when it comes to love, I would argue. Or rather she just can't seem to stay in one relationship for long. You didn't hear it from me, but she's going to start dating an older man that's going to make his first appearance in a couple episodes. An ophthalmologist to be exact. But don't tell," Savannah added at the end of her confession. He obviously wasn't the first person that she had told, and Savannah had a bit of loose lips, but it was necessary to prove her point, after all.
"Thank you, though. Interviews like this make me anxious when there's no preparation," this was very much true, but Savannah wasn't sure how to portray that other than through words. She listened to him speak, wincing only slightly when Drew didn't correctly identify the name of the show. Before she could correct him, however, she found herself laughing at his attempt of a rhyme. "That was awful," she grinned, "but it's chaotic, actually. Our Chaotic Lives." She had mentioned it just a minute before so she wasn't sure if it was a joke or not. Better to correct him now than during taping.
Soon enough, he was asking if she had been interviewed before, and Savannah nodded: "Yeah, but to be quite honest I'm not the best of the cast when it comes to these kinds of things. I'm also technically the baby of the group, so there's that. The questions I normally get asked are pretty... horrendous, actually. All people are interested in are the tabloid-y things. River - he plays Usnavi - has a larger resume than I do, and I just get asked about my love life, unimportant meager things, and he gets plenty of more detailed questions. Perhaps because they know about his... attitude," Savannah chuckled. She wasn't sure what she wanted from an interview, really, she just knew what she didn't like.
"I don't get asked about my cat, Toulouse. That's a shame," Savannah laughed yet again, hoping he thought her mention of her kitty misadventures was nearly as funny as she thought it was. Maybe he wasn't a cat person.
"Are you a cat person or a dog person? This is a very important question," she hoped her smile signified that it wasn't as intense as she stated, though of course she had a preference. WORDS 758 NOTES I didn't think I would respond to this right now but here we are I felt inspired and didn't want to study - and hush you are great!! MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 20:44:17 GMT
@savannah @drewlewis Anna didn’t mind the interviews honestly. In truth she enjoyed them. But by now she had done who knew how many. Someday she may count but it was still a bit early in her career for that type of stuff. But then she had been in front of the camera for several years now. Today was a little different however. It really wasn’t an interview more some sort of preparation for one. A bit odd to be sure but that wasn’t bad was it? She was just glad she could fit it into her schedule. Even at that she barely had time and was running later than she’d like. Anna walked onto the sound stage and towards the raised dais where Dew was talking with Savannah. Hopefully they weren’t already done. That would be just her luck. “Sorry I’m running so late. It’s been crazy lately.”She did however nod in agreement with Savannah letter her speak her part about questions. “They always want to know about our love lives. No matter how many times we do or don’t tell them. It’s a never ending thing.” Granted she was on record for blatantly refusing to discuss any sort of relationship she may or may not be having. Of course all that did was lead to wild speculation on the tabloid’s part. Savannah was right however when it came to this type of stuff. Even she got a lot of questions about her work and about other things. Not only her previous roles but upcoming ones. She like River had a resume that had a bit more on it. But Anna had no doubt that Savannah would have her change to truly shine on her own. [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 23:31:17 GMT
Unlike most women in this Northeastern climate, Savannah had a warm and firm handshake. Generally, most female guests tend to have hands more akin to Skeletor than anything else. It was inviting, a break from the norm, and most of all, it showed that this fresh-faced lady hasn't had her soul stolen by the camera yet. She was quick, too, to pick up on his brand of humor, playing along. Savannah may just have been acting polite, but when that slight smile came after she said his name, Drew felt maybe she was more genuine than some of these other sitcom stars. "Please, Drew was my father's name. Call me Draw, since I'm happening in the present tense." What a cornball. Drew could hardly believe it himself sometimes.
Savannah started to talk and Drew was pleasantly surprised. After that meek introduction of hers, he honestly wasn't sure how she'd do with the conversation. She was a natural. "That character synopsis was spot-on. Did they have you do the liners for the first season DVD release, or are you just really into method acting?" He couldn't help but chuckle at her little add on at the end there. Drew put on a reassuring smile and told her "Hey, that love life development is safe with me. But, uh, I can't exactly speak for them..." as he gestures towards the camera. "They're all little gossips out there. They'll tell everyone. Save it for sweeps!"
Drew nods at her mention of interview prep. "My producers thought it might be good if I, you know, seemed like I knew what I was doing, so this meeting benefits everyone actually. Besides, maybe I'll make a friend or two out of it. I just don't like how calculated some of the other show's interview segments are, and I don't like that they just have comedians turn their bits into conversation pieces. I tried to go the more real route. With these meetings, I guess me and the producers are kind of meeting half-way." Oh, that face wrinkle when he continued on to talk about Our CRAZY Lives. Whoops. Immediately, he realized that that quick IMDb scan wasn't nearly as sufficient as he previously thought. At least she wasn't a jerk about it. Maybe he could play it off as a joke? Playing dumb? "Ooo, you caught me! I was just, uh, testing you. Yeah. That's it. Way to know the name of your own show!" Let's see if that charm is still working.
At that point, another of the interviewees arrives, strolling much more confidently that Savannah was. A firey redhead, wowza. Well, maybe it's a bit early to call her firey. Drew turns his gaze towards the green-eyed woman and flashes his pearly whites in a potentially-blinding move for the ladies. "Oh, don't sweat it! We just kind of started talking, actually." Drew extends his hand once again. "Late Late Show host and casual cupcake eating contest enthusiast Drew Lewis. Yourself?" Before a proper introduction, the new woman chimed in to give Savannah's account of interview experience another perspective. Both women seemed to not enjoy the misogynistic obsession with lady star's love lives. "So, Savannah, when you say tabloid-y, are we talking murder? Drugs? A...date at T.G.I Friday's? And actually, what do you mean 'attitude?' Is that factoid available on Wikipedia?"
Drew's dreams came true, though, when Savannah posited the host a question, turning the tables. At least it wasn't anything scandalous. Actually, it was about something fun! "I hope you don't count this as me taking a soft stance on the topic of animal preference, buuut I do like both cats and dogs, just have never ever had time to actually raise one. I had a sweet lady cat named Margaret. I'd switch between Mary and Maggie, but she always preferred Mary. Meow-y was disliked by all." He grinned, changing his stance to fully include the new woman into this conversation. "Toulouse, huh? I'll ask about him or her or it. First off, where'd that name come from?" Drew casually set his cards down on his desk. He had a feeling he might not actually need them this time around. He turned yet to Anna, and threw her a softball to start. "Are you liking the show so far? What is Our Chaotic Life about, to you?" Easy TV-friendly question. He even managed to throw Savannah a sideways wink when he said the name of the show correctly.
((I hope this is easy to manage and navigate. I tried to space it out to make the conversation easy to follow and track and give you guys enough wiggle room to respond and posit further.))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 5:44:42 GMT
@anna @drewlewis The silly jokes didn't seem to ever end with Drew. Savannah was finding out quick enough that she was a fan of them. Perhaps it was just her stupid sense of humor. She giggled yet again as he mentioned the formality of calling him Drew instead of Draw, and she managed to shake her head. "Still awful," she merely teased him, and she hoped it came off that way rather than rude. Savannah was enjoying this meeting more than she thought she would already, and she had been quite worried about it. Not that she was never worried for interviews altogether. Most of the stuff that she normally worked on was scripted, but interviews like what they were about to do was generally not her forte. River and Anna tended to take the front seat, while Savannah smiled and waved. Drew, however, didn't seem to want that to happen.
Truth be told, Savannah had just been asked about her character a lot: "Practice, lots of practice. I know my lines very well." It was her normal synopsis that she gave to everyone that she had just presented to him, and though the show was pretty well known, there was always someone who had no clue what Our Chaotic Lives was about.
When Drew mentioned that the future plot points shouldn't be mentioned on the show, Savannah had figured that that was common knowledge. Perhaps she shouldn't have shared it with this man that she had just met, but she had felt comfortable in the moment. All Savannah could really do was shrug and mime zipping her lips. Her own secret was safe with her?
Drew's explanation of the prep meetings made sense, of course. Savannah knew very little about the industry still, but she was learning. This made sense, and it would probably greatly benefit her for the actual interview. "I think it's a great idea. I think it's a good compromise. Puts me at ease," she grinned, shuffling her feet. Maybe one day she could be as confident as Anna about interviews, and not need this kind of thing. But that was not today.
Savannah felt a little bad about correcting Drew on the show, but he seemed to take it with relative ease. After all, if such a little thing offended him, he probably wouldn't be a talk show host. "Good save," Savannah conceded, giving him the little victory, "I get that a lot, it's okay," she winked, and soon enough Anna Simone was walking onto the set, briefly stopping their flow of conversation that Savannah had originally been surprised to find.
Before they had begun their conversation, Savannah had been completely worried that Anna wasn't there yet, and Savannah would have to chat with this man that she did not know alone. Not that she was scared of men, but she didn't know him and what they would even be talking about. Now, however, Savannah was much more at ease but still tried to make small happy eye contact with Anna to let her know that this guy really checked out. He introduced himself with a small fun fact, and Savannah already found herself blurting in: "I bake, y'know." She was purely mediocre at it, and yet here she was telling this man this. Why she felt that he wanted to know, she had no clue. Nonetheless, she did bake. "Nothing fancy. But if you ever want a good chocolate cupcake." At that point, Savannah quieted down and listened to the beginning of their conversation.
Pretty soon afterwards, however, the questions pointed back towards Savannah again when Drew followed up on her opinion on tabloids. "All of the above, really. Maybe not murder, but they want to know everything else when my dating life is nonexistent and I'm clean as a whistle when it comes to the other stuff. There's always a lot of rumors and false information. Believe it or not, I've never been on a date at T.G.I.Friday's, not that the tabloids believe me." Savannah had never really made time in her life so far for romance, and she didn't particularly see that changing any time soon, though she probably wouldn't know romance if it punched her in the face.
About River, Savannah smiled at the thought of how to explain his constant grumpy attitude without making him sound bad: "He's just very temperamental. I see a side of him that no one else does I think, but if you don't know River that well, you may think he's a little... harsh. But there are nights he comes to my apartment, we watch movies - well, he reads while I watch movies - and eat plenty of snacks. He's a sweet guy - like a big brother to me. All you hear about is he's grumpy, though. It's a shame." It was probably a more serious answer than Drew expected, but it was definitely true.
The cat or dog question carried a lot of wait, and when Drew said both, Savannah furrowed her brow. "Really?" He seemed to have a thought out response, and as she listened Savannah played as if she was frustrated by the answer until he asked about Toulouse. Margaret sounded like a sweet cat, too, and Savannah could only find herself giggling yet again at Drew's poor joke, not calling him out in front of Anna. "I'm kidding, I feel the same, though I'm obviously a bit partial to cats. I would want someone to take care of the dog with, y'know? Cats are a bit more independent than dogs that I can leave for a long day of shooting and not be worried. Toulouse is named after one of the cats from The Aristocats though, and he's a total sweetheart." Savannah could talk for hours about Toulouse, though she wasn't sure it would make good primetime material. She had plenty of pictures of the kitty on her phone, perhaps she could give that to someone and they could show it?
Anna was in this conversation too, though, and Savannah took a backseat for a moment while Drew asked her a question, properly saying the name of the show and tossing Savannah a wink, to which she grinned knowingly. Drew seemed to be on her side, and it was refreshing. She could get used to this. WORDS 1055 NOTES I RAMBLED IM SORRY MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 0:57:23 GMT
@savannah @drewlewis She listened as he asked Savannah a series of questions. It was obvious that they followed up on some that she had missed from before. They also seemed to be much better and more personal than the standard ones that were always asked in interviews. That thought had barely crossed her mind when Drew turned around and asked Anna one of those questions. Was it bad that it was in a way one that she had heard over and over again? Still it was a valid question wasn’t it? “Well if I didn’t like the character I play I certainly wouldn’t keep the part. But to me Our Chaotic Life is about friends. About the silliness that you share with those you have in your life you’re close to. How many inside jokes do you have with your best friend that no one else would get? That’s what it’s about. Anna wished she could add anything to the pet conversation but she’d never owned one. She hadn’t had the time since she had started acting. “I’ve never owned a pet so I’m not really sure." [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 3:26:08 GMT
"I pretty much only deal in awful, Savannah." Said with a sly air-nudge in Savvy's direction, the teasing and light-hearted nature of this conversation was felt by both parties. Her jabs were perfect to keep that "I just drank two cups of coffee" energy that Drew was currently swimming in. It helped fuel those awful jokes and, apparently, at least according to Savannah's stance and gaze, was rather appealing. That ol' charm is still working. That inviting energy probably also helped the (what Drew assumed was a) generally shy or withdrawn interviewee open up. She was a nice lady, and with that winning smile, it'd be a shame to keep that hidden. Drew was just doing the world a favor, it seemed.
Maybe Drew had been a bit too playful though, as he sensed his answer regarding the upcoming romantic subplot in Our Chaotic Lives might ACTUALLY need to stay a secret bothered the young woman slightly. "Hah, oh, I uh, didn't mean you had to zip up! I was just playing around. Tell 'em out there whatever you want. Honestly, that'd probably build hype for the season. I'd just hate to see all the disappointed fella's faces out there, you know? Seeing L..." Oh, no, he forgot her character's name. Try again, use that alliteration to your advantage! "Seeing l-little, lovely...LIZ," he shouts too excitedly to not draw suspicion to his lapse "...wind up with some eye doctor. Ah, I just used seeing too early, so I can't make that joke, but I've got one on reserves for this particular set up. I'm letting you in on an industry secret: it's called canned material." Drew wasn't sure how into comedy Savannah might be, and he doesn't want to come off like some hoity-toity, pedantic asshole, speaking down to a fellow industry worker about writing jokes. Keep it up, and light! He smirks, continuing: "Yeah, I don't improv everything, sorry. No judgement, right?" What about that joke, ya rambling idiot? "Okay so, you're seeing an eye doctor, huh? Optometry. It's a great field. They're always looking on the bright side of things. They're always so...optom-istic." He paused, but for added effect, turned to the barren studio seats, holding a hand to his ear, looking for laughs. "Just as well. That's generally the response I get. I tell anyone who isn't laughing to go see an ear doctor. They'll listen to you!" Okay, calm down Drew. There's other stuff going on.
Especially with two women there, eager to please themselves, Drew, and later, an audience fawning over intimate personal details of their lives. The juggling act is another aspect Drew had yet to master, but multiple interviewees at the same time isn't the most commonplace set up for late night schtick. Perhaps somewhat abrupt were his transitions. His efforts to include everyone may come off as a tad disjointed, but hey, the guy's just trying to be a good host. He did break eye contact with Anna when Savannah perked up with the baking interjection. He also chortled. Dorkily. "Can you make a double chocolate cupcake? Love the things, honestly. I'll look forward to some future snacks. Some good, great, tasty, delicious baked goods," and just to rub it in, he Mm-Mm-MMM'ed at the end too. Drew earnestly wondered if she'd follow through. Her blurt seemed to indicate a need for inclusion, like she thought maybe Drew would forget about her? Not possible. Not this one.
He did try to make Anna feel included too. She seemed curt in her reply to his banal, TV-ready question about the show. It seemed apparent that she was the more seasoned of the two, as far as interviews went. She was probably sick to death of those softballs. Consequently, her answer on the subject of pets was minor, but fair. Savannah had gotten some real, personal, and fun questions. Wouldn't Anna deserve the same? "True, I could have guessed you'd leave the show if you didn't like it. Sorry, I'm sure you've gotten questions like that all too often. Just, uh, I just use those as warm ups, you know? And since you don't have a furry feline or woman's best friend, how about...are you into fantasy? Space or dragon kind? What kind of mythological creature would you be? I'd be a centaur, so that way, I could gallop my way to the horse races, place a big bet on myself, then take the whole thing since I just upgraded my horseshoes to the Nike variety." There! That's sufficiently goofy and fun, right? He's trying, at least, and that much is obvious.
Savannah's answer to his tabloid question perked the man at the tail end. "I wouldn't believe you, either. Look at you! Any schlub off the street would kill to take you to Flavortown. Well, maybe not Flavortown specifically, but, you know, a date." Host flirting; totally acceptable. Especially when talking about a gorgeous little starlet like that. He's not old enough to where it's creepy yet. Continuing in answering his myriad inquiries, the bit about this River fellow got heavy, but in a sincere 'Oh, he's not that bad' way, which the audiences will just eat up. Via that description, though, Drew could only imagine trying to wrangle an interview peppered with bad jokes would be. Maybe it's okay that he hasn't poked his head in just yet. Maybe. Maybe he'd just read the whole time, who knows?
Savannah seemed to like the mention of his Maggie, dearly departed years ago, but was still the background picture on his phone. Galaxies and pretty forests are great and all, but nothing beats a furry feline facing you from the phone. "I couldn't agree more with you on the independence thing. Back when I used to just do writing for, you know, those things I wrote for," he pauses and lowers his voice, almost as an aside, "I try not to say their names, because if did on-air, someone might get...embarrassed." Okay, embarrassed isn't the right word, but Drew's sure Savvy got it. "But, yeah, cats huh? They're fantastic. Maggie would always be waiting for me either on my Daddy's Recliner, or curled up on top of clean clothes or my bed or, you know, anywhere soft that kind of smelled like me. Lovely creatures, truely," he says, coming off like a true crazy cat lady. He smirked at the Aristocat's reference, wondering if going into The Aristocrats joke would be fair and funny, but, no, not right now. Too easy, anyway. "Can I see Toulouse? I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
note: I wrote this over, like, an hour in a half. At work. Disjointed? Maybe. Fun? Kinda.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 6:42:03 GMT
@anna @drewlewis There certainly was an odd dynamic forming between Savannah, Drew, and Anna. Savannah was vaguely aware of the fact that there was a little favoritism occurring, but she couldn't really put it together in her mind. When Drew nudged towards her, she playfully rolled her eyes. This would make for an interesting interview later.
Perhaps Savannah had been a bit too confusing in her lip zipping? But she let him fluster and watched him suffer in his own response. It was funny to watch him struggle with character names and plot, though of course she would help him on air. She had to have her fun now, though. There was something about Drew that made Savannah think that they would stay in touch, however. It was clear that Drew had forgotten Savannah's character's name again, and she crossed her arms playfully as she waited for him to figure it out, which he did with time and awkward pause. Savannah wasn't a huge fan of the relationship forming on Our Chaotic Life, but it did make for some good jokes. When at last Drew made his optimistic joke, Savannah automatically groaned. She didn't call the joke awful, but that much was clear without her speaking the words. "I would say that this is a no judgement zone but that wouldn't be true. That was just absolutely horrible." This was what he was hired to do, so it wasn't actually Savannah's place to comment and yet here she was. Why did she find herself already stepping so far out of her comfort zone with him?
By interrupting in the baking conversation, Savannah realized there was a challenge placed on the table for her. "Of course I can make double chocolate - is that even a question?" Did he just invite himself over to her place though? Savannah wasn't exactly sure how she felt about that, but so far they got along pretty well. Savannah had been saying that she wanted to make more connections and things along those lines, and the opportunity was presenting itself to her. Not that Drew had actually said in plain terms that that was what he was doing. It would be nice to have someone other than from the Our Chaotic Life cast to talk to, but Savannah wasn't sure how to go about that at all. This seemed to just be Drew's personality as a late night host, after all. He probably wouldn't have the job if he wasn't an open, friendly individual. Savannah was really playing herself up, too, so she had to be able to put her money (or cupcakes, in this case) where her mouth was. "That sounds like a challenge to me," Savannah raised her eyebrows, looking to Anna. Her fellow cast member knew that she could bake, though she wasn't the best, and she looked to her for back-up.
Watching the interaction between Drew and Anna was interesting. It felt different than that between Savannah and Drew, she noticed, but she couldn't particularly put her finger on why. He was still goofy and funny, but it just felt... different. Savannah laughed all the same, twirling a piece of her curly hair absent-mindedly and listening to the two of them speak until the conversation turned to her again.
That was when the conversation became interesting. Anyone other than Savannah would realize the degree to which Drew was flirting, but she was clueless. How Anna would react to it, she wasn't sure. But Savannah wasn't entirely sure how to respond either. She simply shrugged, debating what to say for a moment before composing herself: "Nope, no Flavortown for me. Just hasn't happened. Maybe I'm too intimidating," Savannah teased. The opportunity had just never come around, really. She had always been so busy trying to get her career going that she had never dated anyone. Heck, she had never kissed anyone either. Savannah didn't really feel like she was missing out per se, but when she was often asked about it it did get repetitive and somewhat upsetting, if that was the proper word. Celebrity love life had always been such a tabloid thing that Savannah assumed would engulf her the second she became famous. Clearly this was not the case for her after all. She rubbed the back of her neck, realizing that the situation had grown a little awkward over the topic of conversation, but realized the tone was switching quickly anyway.
Cats was a topic Savannah could speak freely about. She nodded and 'aw'ed here and there when appropriate as she listened to Drew speak about his previous feline friend. She nodded in a pretend solemn way when he spoke his aside to her, playing along fully. Savannah was beginning to understand Drew's style of humor as the conversation went on, and realized how much nicer it was to just play along instead of trying to make it harder on him. When he asked for a picture in a fake crude way, Savannah shook her head as she pulled out her phone from her pocket: "Toulouse is such a lap cat. Anywhere I go, he has to be there under my feet, in my arms, on that couch, all that." She managed to pull up a picture that she had tweeted just a couple days ago of him curled up on her lap fast asleep. Savannah herself had a pleased, grinning expression that screamed happiness over the fluffy thing in her lap. Even months after getting Toulouse, she still didn't stop tweeting and talking about him. The photo displayed her reasoning why. He was a bright orange kitty that was a bit larger than average, not that the photo was a strong indicator. It could simply be told as he basically spilled out of her lap. "It's a lot of cat, I know," Savannah laughed, "I keep him on a diet, he's just big, but he still thinks he's a tiny little kitten," she paused, making eye contact with Drew again, "but let's see then." She had held up her end of the deal, and she expected to see his old cat in response. Not that she minded sharing pictures of Toulouse with anyone who would pay attention. At this point, Savannah had momentarily forgotten that Anna was still there, which she definitely felt bad about. She tried to open up the conversation a bit physically by widening their little triangle by a couple of steps, equaling out their distance, hoping it didn't give off the wrong message. WORDS 1087 NOTES bb MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 21:05:47 GMT
@savannah @drewlewis Anna looked back and forth between the two raising her eyebrows as they bantered back and forth. If she didn’t know better she’d swear they were flirting or at least beginning to. Anna wondered if maybe she should call them on it? Then again what else could she do other then be secretly jealous? She did have to smile at Drew as he admitted that it was just a warm up question. “Sorry but it is a question I’ve heard a few dozen times” She raised her eyebrows as he redirected his question elsewhere. “What not going to ask what type of pet I would have if I did have one? Also wouldn’t dragons be fantasy?” What type of mythological creature would she be? “Umm… Siren maybe? You know the whole mermaid type? I think that would be pretty cool. THink of being able to sing like that and being able to swim amazingly fast? I think it would be pretty cool” She did have to laugh at his description of what he would do as a centaur. “That would at least be interesting.” And there it was again, back flirting with each other. It was actually rather cute in it’s own way. Plus with how fumbling both seemed in social situations they would honestly be cute together. Awkward but cute. [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 2:21:52 GMT
As long as nobody punched him square across his chiseled and manly jawline, the terrible "humor" would be ceaseless in this scenario. Usually, this interview prep stuff didn't really enthuse Drew too much, since the guests were generally more annoyed than eager to craft their TV persona working against a less-established TV persona. He'd even mentioned earlier how some had just refused to show up. At least these two ladies seemed eager (and not super annoyed) to be here. Savannah, in particular, had some kind of manic energy to her, like she was trying to match the host himself. Maybe she couldn't top him in the terrible jokes department, but her winces of pain could only indicate a modest enjoyment of the material. Her bitingly playful comment could only have the host shrug lackadaisically, taking all that faux-judgement and letting it wash over him.
The cupcake challenge issued was a tad suspect, as Drew noticed Savannah basically pleading to Anna for back up on those unsubstantiated claims of baking mastery. Not one to back down from a challenge he himself issued, Drew pressed the matter further, before any aid could come to the slightly flustered actress. "Well, then, I wouldn't mind some treats for breakfast later this week. You know where the set is, right?" The smart alec paused and looked around him in an overtly theatrical way. "Oh, wait, we're here! Nice. You could leave a baked good right there on that bendy-curvy desk of mine. I'll eat it on air, I don't care! Fans might mail me more that way." Drew had a huge sweet tooth, not that Savannah would know that. But he'd never turn down a cupcake, especially one from an interesting lady. She doesn't seem like the poisoning type, at least.
Back talking to Anna, Drew casually put his finger in his collar and yanked, indicating an awkward misstep when Anna called him on missing an easy follow up question. She didn't seem to mind too much, though, as she bowled right over and answered his next question like a champ. She also called him on flubbing dragons not being fantasy. Drew was dorky, but maybe not enough to sufficiently fit in at RenFaire. He loved her siren answer, though. "A siren, huh? So you wanna be dangerous? Lure passer-bys into, well, since we aren't on an island, maybe like an open manhole down into the sewers or something?" That was sufficiently Drew-y enough of a "yes, and...?" statement for now.
Drew had wanted to come up with some follow-up quip about dating and Flavortown and everything, but noticing how Savannah closed herself off, how shy and bashful she was regarding the subject, he decided not to pursue down that avenue any further. Savannah had pulled out her phone, gushing about Toulouse. He moved behind her to look at the cat on her phone, and understandable aww'ed as all cat owners do when another cat owner shows off their particular cat. His grin was genuine, as was his incredulity at her claims that he wasn't fat. It looked like she was holding a giant puddle of cat. He was pretty adorable, though. "He could stand Toulouse a few pounds huh? Sorry, I know he's not fat, but that another easy one. Thanks for the set-up, Savannah." At her prompting, Drew whipped out his phone and, naturally, Margaret was there after unlocking his phone, surrounded by applications. The middle of the screen was clear of clutter. Margaret was sitting like a person on her butt, tail forward from under her legs. Her piercing green eyes went against her pure white, exposed belly. It was almost a seductive look, but it was probably in reality more annoyed than anything. "Ah, she was great. Maggie. Still haven't had the heart to get another one. I uh..." oh, he was about to get a little personal "I used to talk to her, a lot. I still talk in my apartment, but now there's not another living thing there, so I guess I'm officially a wacko."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 3:42:41 GMT
@anna @drewlewis Though Savannah would describe herself as courageous in most situations, she wasn't quite sure if she could match Drew's exuberance and wit. She felt a little stranded when Anna didn't offer any witness to Savannah's baking skills, which Drew ate up and used for his own response. He in fact wanted her to bake for him, though it was more likely than not an empty challenge. Savannah rolled her eyes at his smart alec remark about the set, and she tried to appear nonchalant with a shrug: "Once you try my cupcakes, you won't want anyone else's I'm afraid," she offered with a smirk. Baking was a nice hobby for Savannah, but often she would get bored halfway and end up buying premade icing or just never put frosting on them after all. Not that she would tell him that. She would have to make full cupcakes for the occasion, mainly just to prove him wrong. She wasn't much of a frosting person anyway. "I can't wait to see the look on your face."
Watching Drew interact with Anna still was intriguing, but she decided to put those thoughts aside while she watched. A hand had somehow ended up on her hip apparently during her baking retorts, and Savannah put it back down by her side self-consciously. She had to admit that the whole siren thing was pretty cool. It was also a question that Savannah obviously didn't hear as often in the publicity circuit. It was a quirkier question, one she already knew she should have expected from Drew, even though they had just met. Even from their small amount of conversation so far, Savannah had really gotten a taste of his outgoing personality. It was refreshing, and though it was much too early to say, Savannah felt that they would hopefully stay in contact, if not just for strict cupcake business necessities.
Savannah just couldn't help herself when talking about Toulouse. He was her pride and joy. She lived alone and he was all she had, though he was by no means a small part of her life at home. Yet, she found her head snapping to the side to make eye contact with Drew when he made yet another pun - "Hey!" - her eyes narrowing but paired with a grin, making it clear that her gaze was not malicious. It was pretty funny, but Savannah was never really challenged like this by her co-stars. Puffing out a sigh and putting away her phone, Savannah conceded: "Any time." The moment was over as quickly as it started, as Drew allowed her to see his own Margaret. Savannah couldn't help but laugh audibly that was something more of a snort in response to how the cat was sitting. She quickly put a hand over her mouth, blushing at the awkward laugh, hoping to move on from it quickly. That cat was gosh darn cute, and it was stuff like that that really got to Savannah. Soon enough, though, Drew was speaking about how much the kitty had meant to him, and Savannah found herself agreeing with him: "It's tough, I know. But you can... come visit Toulouse anytime you like? I don't think that helps much. But I definitely speak to him. I lived alone before Toulouse. It can get kinda lonely. I don't think Toulouse particularly listens that well, but it's comforting to know he's there. Besides, I just feel a bit safer too. You're definitely not a wacko," she shook her head. That was the honest truth, and Savannah had no clue how to portray that to Drew.
"I mean, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'll listen. I'm good at sitting still for long periods of time and not talking." They had just met, and Savannah was already putting herself out there pretty far. She hoped the last part came out as a joke, but one of the people at the little meeting was an actual comedian, and that wasn't Savannah by any means. WORDS 675 NOTES bb MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2016 17:06:42 GMT
@savannah @drewlewis She had to shrug at Drew’s comment about wanting to be dangerous and what not. “ You know honestly it’s more the fact that I’m always cast as the sweet innocent friend. I would love the chance to be cast as something more. Like the unsuspected villain. Vampire or something like that. Mermaids are amazing and beautiful but Siren’s are the seductively dangerous ones.” it really would be something she would love to portray. But that would never happen. Sadly she was rather typecast into that sweet innocent role. She had to smile however as she watched once these two once again interacting. They really were cute in their own way. She would have to remember to ask Savannah about what she thought of him when she had a chance. But she had to admit they looked like they had at least some potential. They were sitting here talking about food and pets after all. She had a feeling they both really were just too awkward themselves. Not to mention her presence just adding to the whole awkwardness of this situation [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 2:15:58 GMT
It's a great refresher when the guests bring some zest to the pre-tapings. Savannah, quite the interesting creature already, seemed viciously obsessed with getting Drew some kinda cupcake, some kinda quick. She had even popped her hip out and laid her hand on that popped curve, showing her gusto and determination with the whole sweet treat venture. The playful challenging had essencially reached it's pinnacle, at least for the time being. Drew had to match her and show that, no, seriously, he wanted some tasty cupcakes. (Who would turn that down?) "You're hyping yourself up something fierce here, Savvy." Too early for the nicknames? Only her expression will tell for sure! Drew's amiable enough to where even an Andrew who prefers the full name won't correct Drew when he starts whipping out "Andy." "These cupcakes better be out of this world! Or, at the very least, a few square blocks." He grinned at her continued egging on. That comment about his face brought a spark to the host, as he mimed holding a deliciously invisible pastry. "My face might look a little something like this...," he says as he leans in and takes a big, fake bite out of his big, fake cupcake. He chews and chews and moans and groans and rolls his eyes into the back of his head and all that great When Harry Met Sally dinner scene stuff. "Or, it could look like this," he blurts as he quickly takes another bite and starts gagging in an egregious fashion. After he composes himself and sets the fake cupcake down on the corner of his desk, he dusts off his shoulders exaggeratedly and flashes a harmless smile Savannah's way. "I guess that outcome is up to you, huh?"
Anna had expounded on her spooky choice of mythological beast. So, she didn't want to lure men into dangerous waters and suck their souls dry. Not surprising, as Anna doesn't come off as aggressive as her hair tone and general stereotypes would preclude. She seemed like a kind woman, almost withdrawn to a degree. Definitely not a star-struck starlet looking for the spotlight. Also a nice little refresher. Some of these younger actresses, the ones starring in sitcoms especially, seemed to come off as arrogant and vapid. Those interviews were hard for Drew, since all the males in the audience only wanted women like that to bend over enough so that the low cut tops showed off more than necessary. Not Drew's forte. These two were great, at least thus far. "What makes you so innocent? You definitely look like you could play a heartbreaker, or a cold ex-girlfriend, or something. You got some range, I can tell." He didn't mean any of that in any weird way, just trying to buck that typecasting thought process. "Have you ever done anything remotely siren-y here in the real world? You gotta have some kind of story to tell me. Even if you seduced some boy in second grade out of his chocolate milk." He looked forward to her dazzling, engrossing, year-long story! Or, you know, whatever she came up with.
Seeing how excited Savannah got about her pretty kitty made Drew second-guessing just how quickly he pulled out his own phone to show off his own cat. Maybe he should have asked her some more about it, or stared some more. At least, that's how he'd want to be treated. Maybe he could make a concession for her. "I'm sure the producers would be fine with this, but, if you want to give us a picture of Toulouse, we could get him on screen and show him off the world. I mean, if you'd be interested in gaining all those Pinterest and Instant-Gram fans," he said with a sly little smirk, hoping she'd pick up on his intentional mispronunciation of the social media network. After pulling Margaret out, Savannah's snort caught Drew off guard. It pulled him into a giggle-spiral that may or may not have been contagious. Drew patted the young actress on the shoulder, reassuringly during the ordeal. "That's the uh...typical reaction to her. She was an odd one, that much is for sure."
Savannah's empathy was almost overwhelming. Again, the host wasn't used to such candid demeanor coming from these entertainment icons. It had been a while since he practiced his Beastmaster-level animal communication skills, so the invitation, potentially hollow, was still nice to hear, regardless. Drew understood everything the actress said about having cats around. "Does he at least make eye contact with you? That means they are, at least, giving some effort in caring about your day. Maggie would purr when I talked to her. Really loud, too. I think that's a 'conversation.' I'd love to see how chatty Toulouse is." He paused, taking a second to let a smile grow on his face after her reassurance as to his sanity. He nodded, and kept nodding at an increasing speed until exclaiming "Well, maybe not a wacko to some. Good to have some support every once in a while, you know?" He elbow nudged her gently again, one of his tics. "The audience doesn't always reassure as reassuringly as you really assured me, you know?" That was a mouthful, but he got through without tripping.
Again, wow, this starlet was nearly flooring the host. An extension of friendship, already? It's not like Drew had managed to make many USBC pals just yet, so, any ally, especially one as engaging and affable as this, was very much a welcome sight. The joke kind of flew right over his head, as he was too focused on actually making some kind of genuine connection with another human being who didn't seem to want him to joke constantly, although she seemed to enjoy it. "Yeah, maybe we can have those goofy Twitter conversations all those fun people have. I'll just tell my intern to hit you up. I'm at Drew Lewis Tully, as classy a reference as I could make using my own name." Hopefully she was a Ghostbusters fan. He couldn't reveal all his vulnerability yet, right? "If you ever have a break from shooting, too, I know your studio is right by here. Feel free, if you want, we can, maybe, snag a coffee from craft services and talk about how rough filming is, or, you know, anything like that, like, that normal people converse about." Yikes, was he getting nervous? Maybe a little. There was something about this woman he couldn't put his finger on. Such an engaging creature.
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