timothée chalamet imagines

bad interview

request by: dracooo0

your pov

I sat next to the camera and watched Timothée do his promotional interview for his upcoming movie, The French Dispatch.

The interview started off well, but halfway through was when I could tell something was going wrong.

Looks of nervousness and discomfort took over him. He began stuttering, struggling to answer the questions, and then spilled out responses and sentences like rushing water.

He's done perfectly fine in other interviews and on red carpets. What's gotten into him?

I continued to, almost painfully, watch the rest of the interview until he and the interviewer shook hands and the director yelled 'cut.'

He got up from the chair and walked right out, rushing back to his dressing room.

"What's wrong with him?" someone asked me.

"I'm not sure," I said "I'll go check."

They nodded and I walked to his dressing room and opened the door.

I frowned seeing him sitting on the couch, hunched over and pulling at his hair while he just shook his head.

"What's going on?" I asked, closing the door behind me and sitting next to him.

Light and almost quiet sniffles came from him and he lifted his head to look at me.

"Baby," I said wiping his tears with my thumbs "don't cry now."

He's very sensitive and hates it when he messed things up, no matter how big or how small they are.

When he does mess up, he always beats himself up for it greatly.

"I messed it all up." he said.

"No, you didn't. You were fine, you did good."

"No I didn't," he said "I got nervous and couldn't even answer the questions."

"What made you so nervous?"

"I was just thinking about making the interview completely perfect and let it get to my head. I wouldn't know of any other reason."

"Maybe I was the reason." I joked.

He laughed and gave me a smile.

"There will be hundreds of other interviews in the future that you'll nail." I said.

"Thank you." he said giving me a kiss.