The Interview
It was Nick’s turn for the individual interviews. He rubbed his palms together and took in a deep breath. The interviewer, some new MTV reporter whom he did not recognize, took one last look at her clipboard, then stood up to greet him. They shook hands and sat down, Nick taking his seat first.
“Well Mr. Carter... I want to thank you for coming today and talking with us.” Nick smiled, trying to sneak a look at her question sheet. He silently prayed that the young interviewer wouldn’t ask him about his break-up with Manda. Even though they had separated over a year before, the media seemed to think that his single status meant that he hadn’t gotten over her.
From the distance, Nick heard a man’s voice yelling “Let’s get this thing goin’!” The makeup artist brushed Nick’s hair out of his eyes just once more before the cameras began rolling.
The interviewer looked up and smiled for what Nick thought was the ninth time. Like most interviews the questioner would try to make things as brief as possible. There would be no actual discussion, just the typical question-and-answer session.
“So Nick, tell me about the new album, Black and Blue. How is it different from your previous albums?” Nick wanted to roll his eyes and tell her to go look at one of the teen magazines where he had answered that same question a thousand times the same way.
“I definitely feel that we’ve grown musically. Our material has matured. It’s more original. I honestly don’t think we can be thrown into the same category with every other group out there. We have our own sound...” Nick continued to blab on, knowing that everything he said was exactly what the others had said.
The questions kept coming, and Nick was growing tired of talking about himself.
“Alright, we all know that you fancy girls with long brown hair who are, quote-on-quote, ‘really, really nice’. That was all said years ago. What do you look for in a woman now?” Nick thought about it and decided to answer wholeheartedly.
“I really want to find an woman who is intelligent. She has to know where she is headed. She’s got to be someone who makes me forget all my problems. She’d be funny, open-minded, and not afraid to show her affection. Because I love a touchy, feely girl. She’d have to be understanding, what with my crazy schedule and all. But most importantly, she would have to make a good friend." The girl raised her eyebrows and smiled again, for the tenth time.
“Wow! I’m pretty certain all those Nick fans out there will be writitng this down. Well, thanks again for taking time out to talk with us.”
“Anytime.” Nick lied, and waited for someone to give him some signal that he could get out of there. When he recieved that much anticipated sign, his content facial expression changed and he pulled the tiny mic from his shirt.
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