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| Episode 7: Break For 20 |
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| �2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
| Suddenly, Jason popped his head into the room, and looked around, finally noticing the guys were still there. "Oh, hey, Rob, the local radio station is here, and they want to know if you'd do a promo for them." "I only have 20 minutes. Can we do it now, in such little time?" Rob asked, standing up and walking over to the door. "Oh yeah, they just need you to introduce yourself and say that the station is cool or something. I dunno, like 30 seconds. They want Paul, too, if he'll come," Jason said. Paul jumped up and headed over to them. "Sure! Hey, will you three be ok? Want us to bring you all anything?" Paul asked, turning to the trio that was left. "A cigarette," Kyle replied. "I need some Chap Stick," Adam chimed in. "Just give me a beer!" Brian cried, laughing. "No, really, I'm okay." "Riiiiiiight�okay, see you all in a few," Paul said, shutting the door behind him. The three sat there for a full minute, in silence, still not sure what to do. Finally, Adam tugged on the sleeve of his shirt, and got up off his stool. Brian and Kyle watched as he walked over to one of the cameras and went behind it. "Hey, guys, you're on 'Candid Camera!'" he joked, moving the camera closer to the set, as if he were filming them. "Hey, quit, you'll break it!" Brian exclaimed, standing up and knocking his stool over. "Nah, I won't. I'm good with these things," Adam said, just as he hit a lever and the camera suddenly dropped to the ground with a bang. "OH SHIT!" he yelled. Kyle jumped off his stool and raced over to the camera. "You ass, you broke it!" he yelled back. "No, no I didn't! I just caused it to�um�do that," Adam said, trying to get the head of the camera to stay in position. "Help me, someone!" Brian started hitting levers and switches until the camera stayed in place. "Okay! There! It's okay�dammit, Adam, leave it alone," he said, backing away from it. "Dude�if you had broken that, you'd be in so much trouble!" Kyle laughed, as he punched Adam on the arm. Sitting back on his stool in the middle, with Brian and Kyle following suit, Adam said, "I wouldn't have broken it. I am, after all, a professional." "Professional idiot! Ring ring, your village is calling!" Kyle hooted, and he slapped his knee. Adam gave him the evil eye and slumped over, obviously developing a foul mood. Brian just giggled, and then tried to regain composure, failing miserably. "Okay, will you two quit picking on me? I just wanted to look at it," Adam grumbled. Kyle rubbed his thumb and middle finger together. "You know what this is, Hashbrown? The world's tiniest violin playing. Blah!" Another minute of silence then passed, when Brian spoke. "Man, I wish they had a golf course nearby. I haven't played in a long time," Brian thought out loud. "You should try and do a celebrity tourney," Adam said, picking lint off his jeans. Kyle started laughing, almost falling off his stool. "Bob Barker would kick your ass!" Brian leaned forward to look past Adam to Kyle, and stated, "You know, you're being really mean, and I don't appreciate it." Kyle giggled, "Lighten up, Pooks! Happy Gilmore, remember?" "I don't care, you just need to back off, man," Brian said, as he leaned back. "What-ev-ah," Kyle said in his best ghetto voice, and continued to giggle. Adam turned to look at him, "You know, Kyle, you've been a real ass this past week. You think that you're the big hot big shot, when we all know it's really Rob. So get off it." "I thought it was Paul's turn this time," Brian muttered. Adam said over his shoulder, "No, the calendar says Rob." |