NEW BOY IN TOWN
Aug 27, 2012 8:00:17 GMT -5
Post by dorizora on Aug 27, 2012 8:00:17 GMT -5
masquerading as a man with a reason,
MY CHARADE IS THE EVENT OF THE SEASON
AND IF I CLAIM TO BE A WISEMAN, WELL, IT SURELY MEANS THAT I DON'T KNOW
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Evan didn’t feel all to comfortable in the suit he was wearing, nor the situation he was pushed in by his management. Sure it was supposed to be a tailor-made Dolce & Gabbana but it felt more like a restraint on his muscular frame. He was constantly readjusting himself, pulling his shoulder forwards to see how far he could stretch till it would split down the back. Letting out a sigh the tall man let his eyes trail around the backstage are where people were buzzing around seemingly aimless in preparation of the press junket that was about to commence on behalf of the movie he was promoting. He was wondering what kind of questions he’d be annoyed with today … the press was so unimaginative. Asking the same thing, in every town, at every meeting … to the point where he was strongly considering to tape his answers and simply lip sync them later. Drawn out of his delusional shell the 24-year old slit his hand into the pocket of his jacket fishing for the cell that had just gone of. Flicking the slider across the screen he skimmed through the text message. Apparently his agent wasn’t too fond on the way he had been handling the E!News interview which was apparently being held back by the parent company of the network now. How was that his fault when this Rancic chic had been anything but cooperative. Saying she’d been about as conversational as a stiff on CSI would’ve been an understatement.
”Barking up the wrong tree man … barking up the wrong tree.” the blonde hunk said silently, shaking his head not even bothering to reply but simply letting the phone slide back where it belonged. Look back up he ribbed his forehead in a futile effort to calm himself down before the big event. Surely as always the journalists wouldn’t stick to the question catalogue and rather delve into his darker moments as if they were the ball-pool at Burger King. He was wondering where his assistant was only knowing her by the name Leggy McBoob in reference to the picture in her file, the only visual evidence he had of her existence so far. She wasn’t as new to the business as he was so that was a plus. According to Brady, his manager, the lady was a feisty one, unanimously the ONLY P.A. in all of LA that would actually willingly dare to take it up with him. But he wasn’t sure if he would give her a chance yet, what did he need an assistant for anyways? He could tie his own shoes, wrangle his own snake, make his own canned soup … what would her job be? Get him a latté when he didn’t even drink coffee?! Luckily though she was paid by the agency which was another redeeming factor alongside her impeccable looks. Sliding the sleeve of his suit up a bit to glance at his watch Ev raised a brow … 10 minutes to go. If she wanted to see him in a good mood now was the time.
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