Gerry's POV:
"black or blonde ?" I ask peering up at Graham who was practically dozing off at the wheel. I kicked his knee gently which made him jump and he blinked rapidly.
"Pardon, dearest?" he replied in a tired tone, yawning.
"For the main protagonist. Black or blonde hair?"I repeat, tapping my pencil thoughtfully on my notebook.
"What about brown?"
I shook my head.
"All the stereotypically hot male characters in films and books have brown hair"
"Not necessarily," Graham started smirking. I rolled my eyes and kicked his leg again knowing his next move.
"Ouch! Just because you aren't considered a sex aymbol"he remarked, huffing.
"Jokes on you because you aren't either! " I started laughing, as did he, and soon enough we pulled into the carpark of the notorious BBC building.
I spun in my seat, sitting up-right for the first time, feeling a sharp pain in my spine due to my previous position.
I noticed the cars belonging to the regulars, them being a mix of cheap cars owned by Eric, Michael, the two Terry's and John.
We pulled into the empty space next to John's car and Graham turned off the ignition. He unbuckled his seatbelt and looked over at me as a signal to get out or he'd lock me in. I noded opening my door and clambering out, stabilizing my stance.
"M'lady"he put on a pose voice, holding his arm out for me. I smile, linking in and trotting into the entrance area.
"Morning Darla, expect the office'll be stacked with fan letters"
"None at all Mr Chapman, are you expecting any letters?"
Graham scowled then smiled at her, continuing till we reached the lift and he pressed the button. The lift soon arrived and we took it to the 12th floor where the studio was. After a short walk down the corridor we reached the door, Graham holding it open for me.
"Oh 'ello Grae! You're on time for once" Michael smiled from a chair in the audience as we entered the studio.
The announcement made the other 5 pythons, who were standing next to the crew, turn around with wide grins on their faces. Michael hopped off his seat to join the others.
"Alright Grae!" they shouted echoing off each other. Graham outstretched his arms and dramatically approached his friends, I followed behind, clutching my notebook close to my chest.
The troupe opened up a gap for us to stand in as a discussion started between them all which I took as my cue to leave them to it, walking away and taking a seat in the front row of the audience which only had a max of 20 seat if that.
*an hour or so later*
"And cut! Lunch break!" the director shouted, knocking me completely out of my train of thought. I began counting the pages I'd written, coming to a satisfying total of 50 pages.
As I was scanning for spelling corrections I heard someone clear their throat next to me, causing me to look up.
"Hello, you're Grae's friend right?"The green-eyed,6ft 5 John Cleese spoke in a soft tone, locking eye contact. I smiled up at him, nodding trying not to blush as much as I could.
"I'm John, Graham's other friend"he laughed quietly, his voice had a stronger English accent than Grae and was quite regal.
"I'm Margerine, but please don't ever call me that or I'll kill you" I reply, causing his to utter a quiet giggle.
