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His hands keep sweating, causing him to wipe them off on the thin layer of his faded jeans that cover his long chicken legs as he groans a bit, repositioning himself in the chair. Comfort from the soft cushions died a long time ago with each passing interview. He needed to walk, fresh air and no matter what anyone says, he is going to get it.
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Her palms sweat some as she gulps, her head turning back to Shaunna who gives her a pushing look before she nods. "Alright..." she whispers under her breath as her hand reaches out, grabbing the metal handle. Slowly, she squeezes down upon it, pushing the knob down only to feel and hear it click, unlocking and becoming moveable. "Here goes nothing.." she says to herself in a soft barely audible voice as pushes the door slightly, it creaking from the slow speed of its opening.
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His attention is taken from his uncomfortable as he hears the creeks. Turning his head he notices the door opening but no one coming in. Grumbling he stands. He was told the last guy was it but no, sure enough the door has to open.
"You can come in you know," he calls out as she slowly pulls himself to his feet, stepping away from the chair. "I don't bite hard," he says with a small chuckle. Anyone who hears that couldn't help but laugh or blush and he knows it. Maybe charming was the way to go considering right now all he wanted to do is shove the person away.
Hearing his words, Dani blushes to herself, looking back at Shaunna one last time before stepping in the all too hotel room style conference room. The wall paper was classic but corny, the carpeting cream and corny, the ceilings white and regular. It was like walking into any other room however something didn't feel right. Not right one bit.
"It's a shame you don't bite harder, it could make things more interesting," she says with a blush as she makes herself viewable, her hand grabbing the other side of the door's handle, with more speed shutting it. She gives a small smile, turning her head only to feel her breath caught in her throat at the site of the man standing in front of her.
John's eyes were a blur for some reason as the women with the small frame, height but laid back look comes in. He wasn't sure what to say. Jeans? A regular tank top? Hardly the look for a professional. He had already done VH1 and MTV proving her to be a suspicions. A college newspaper? Hardly, she didn't look the age, a maturity to her was obvious.
"Yeah well I guess just me will have to suffice," he says softly with a small nervous chuckle before blinking a bit. Slowly, with shy steps he moves forward, offering out one of his hard callous hands to her to shake. Politeness and manners wouldn't escape him even if her purpose was.
She blushes, the crimson looking like she has been out in the cold for hours as her eyes don't raise to meet his. No, instead she steps forward as well, her hand shaking slightly before grabbing his lightly, giving it a firm hold.
Able to feel the sweatiness of her palm against his he can't help but smile a bit as he shakes her hand kindly.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I know who are but when you're ready we can start this thing," he says to break the un comforting silence that has surrounded them. He gives a small smile, it growing by the second as she looks up, their eyes meeting for what can only be measured in seconds but feels like a lifetime.
"Ahh yeah. Sorry. I'm Dani Warren from NOW magazine," She says before pulling her hand back, embarrassed by the sweat but surprisingly pleased to know she wasn't alone with it. Her eyes trail downward again as she brings a hand up, tucking back a brown curl before she turns her head, towards the chairs. "Shall we sit?"
Hearing her name brought new revelation. He knew her, not well of course but of her. The hard core reporter and social side of the magazine. Scott had a crush on her, he could even remember them picking on him and singing "body is a wonderland" in concert, dedicating it to her from Scott in some unnamed bar in Michigan. But now, here she is, in site and nothing like he expected. She was dressed down in an un serious manner, shy unlike he expected. She wasn't a Paris Hilton like the magazine name her out to be. No, she was innocent, mature but frightened almost.
"No, we shall not," he says without thinking as he watches her almost studying her. "It's time for your interview but I need to walk so.. if you follow me we can begin."
Stunned she nods her head a bit, watching him take his steps away before quickly following after. This didn't fit, this was unorthodox. So out of regular. However, feeling his confidence and cockiness she stiffens some, she knew he was purposely being a challenge.
"Be the bitch," she mouths to herself, shaking her head some before looking up, her face becoming more serious as she takes a deep breath. "Alright Mr. Mayer lets begin then on this walk." she states before reaching in her pocket, pulling out the recorder that for some time has time has given her discomfort.
Hearing her talk he turns his head only to scrunch up his nose. A recorder. She was really a reporter alright and that's all it took for him to see it. The idea of dullness can't help but creep into his mind as they go to the back door. Carefully he pulls it open, stepping aside only to let her through.
"You know Dani, I have a better idea. Tell me how you got into being a reporter."
She looks up from monkeying around with her recorder, having hit record already only to raise a confused brow, looking at him.
"Me? Uhh... well... Alright," she stutters some before straightening up and walking ahead of him. "My father, owns a publishing company so I was use to the news at a young age. Got older, wanted to write a book but had absolutely no creative talent so gave in and became a journalist since journalism is based on facts." she says in lazy voice, her answer seeming natural and planned out, much like his speeches to the press.
"Ha! Right.. The press SOO tells the truth," he grunts with a small snort, closing the door behind them as they walk out into a narrow hallway.
The sarcasm in his words however cut deep, almost echoing off the walls and into her head.
"Well I can see you know nothing about the subject manner," she says, rolling her eyes a bit before slowing her step so besides him as they walk. Realizing she needs to be quick to change the subject, she turns her head up, looking at him. "So what got you into the music busin.."
"So you are telling me their is truth in journalism? So if someone with the freedom of the press happened to print you may be attracted to tall dorky musicians such as myself, it would be entirely correct?" he questions, cutting her off as she continues to walk, his eyes staying forward.
Shocked by his comment she stammers a bit she shaking her head. "No! I mean Yes! I mean... I'm sorry we're really getting off track here Mr. Mayer.. The question is how did you.."
"Dani you can't even prove your point so I guess journalism was right for you after all. I mean as a lawyer you couldn't win a case now could you?" he says with a smirk, inside laughing on how off guard she was. He should have done this earlier, she have teased another. Being a wise ass only came natural to him.
"I don't think you should..."
"So any ways now that you're a journalist for NOW magazine, how many celebrities have you dated?" he continues without letting her stop him.
"Mr. Mayer," She says a bit more annoyed, her eyes glaring up at him as she continues to walk quicker, her steps becoming heavier almost as if she were a child stomping around.
"Mr. Mayer? No I don't believe we dated but I'm flattered at the idea. But... then again who wouldn't be? The queen of the industry of reporting hitting on some southern boy like me."