After I take my seat I shuffle my things, finding my voice recorder and mechanical pencil. I write the date and some other minor details, then set my things back down.
I sigh and look around the room, fully realizing how small it was. I'm claustrophobic and there will be four other people in her any minute, so I close my eyes and try not to think about it, and mentally go over the questions that I had memorized in the short time span I was given.
The first person to stroll into the small room is a tall man, about Six foot tall. I jump slightly as he pulls the door open, he takes about two steps and slumps into the couch, obviously in a bad mood. He props his combat boots up and crosses them on the coffee table, causing dirt to fly everywhere he fussed with a green hat on his head that was In a fashion that I had never seen before, it had a huge green Pom-Pom on the back, so big that it was almost obnoxious, and definitely took up most of the hat. then pulls the green knit cap off his head, and threw it across the room.
I lower my eyebrows and look back at his face, which is now fixated on mine. "You must be Michael, I'm Magnolia, but you can call me Maggie." I flash my heavily practiced 'journalist smile' at him. He huffs again and nods his head.
"You can call me Mike." He nods his head and leans forward to pick at the dirt stuck to the bottom of his boot. I'm immediately put off of him, he appears to be one of the 'Bad boy' types, but he's really just rude. As much as I don't like him, I'm pleasantly surprised by the accent he responds with. When I do my research I like to keep it vague, so I do little research in their backstory so that they can fill me in on it.
"Will do. The young man who showed me in here was Peter, right? I watched the screen tests before I came, and I'm afraid to get you all messed up." He chuckles and nods his head, much more to the person that was on the break rooms t.v before I came.
"Peter came and got me, from the argument I was having so I assume so." He nods his head.
"Ah." I nod my head hesitantly, maybe the argument was why he was cross just a few minutes ago. I start to open my mouth to carry on the conversation, but the door opens and two men stream through the door, one matching the height of Mike and one drastically shorter then the both of them.
The shorter one- Davy- had floppy brown hair, that was cut back much shorter than it was on the test, but was still longer than Peters. He wore a eight button shirt, matching to the ones Micky and Mike were wearing. Davy sat on the comfortable looking chair, just across from Mike and Davy. He crosses his legs at the heels, but doesn't prop them up on the now dirty coffee table.
Micky had brown, almost black, hair and a red button up shirt and two, yet again, different pairs of shoes on, one being a dress shoe, and one being a combat boot, almost identical to the ones Mike wore. He took a seat on the love-seat next to Mike and leans back into it, still remaining some sort of posture.
I smile at the men and glance from my notes to them, making sure they were who I thought they were before I spoke. "Hey, guys, I'm Magnolia." I reach for Micky and shake his hand, then Davy. Then I take a deep breath, because now that introductions are mostly out of the way, I can relax.
Peter strolls into the room a few seconds later and sits next to Micky, causing them all to squish together. I laugh and gesture to the space next to me.
"There's room here, I swear I won't bite." They all glance at me for a minute, not sure weather to take me serious or not. Slowly, Micky rises and walks across the room to me, then takes a seat. This seems to get the ball rolling, because after that, it's more like hanging out than giving an interview, except for Mike, who seems to be content sulking in the corner. I ask them some oddball questions, and they ask me oddball questions, somewhere in-between those, Peter got a joint out of his backpocket and lit it, giving all of us some sort of second hand-high, and then we get into the serious stuff, about their personal lives.
"How close are each of you to your mother?"
"What kind of a question is that?" Micky sits up just a bit more and looks at me.
"A good one, No ones ever asked me that before." Peter laughs and nods his head, averting his eyes to Micky. "My mom and I are as close as any boy is to his mom, She worries about me now that I've left Washington. She worries about me when I am in Washington. She worries." Davy clears his throat.
"My dad is the same way, it's just been like that since my mom died. Before she died, we were really close, she loved horses."
"My mom loves acting." Micky looks over at Davy and sighs. "My parents are both big actors, and are pretty set in that I'll follow in their footsteps."
"My mom just wants me to be happy, I think." I look over at him, because this is the first time he's really spoken up since He got here. "It's been tough for me, since Phyllis left. I got sad, so I came here. My mom worries about me like Pete's does, except she worries that I'm not happy enough." I stare at him, shocked.
"So you came from Texas, that's what, a three days drive?" I look at him and scribble some of his words down.
"I lived in Dallas, so It's a bit longer."
"A real cowboy, huh?" He chuckles and puts on a more exaggerated accent.
"Yes ma'am."
We speak a bit more, and I have more then enough for a good interview when an intern pushes the door open and gives them a five minuet warning.
"Thanks guys, this was fun. I'll let you know when the issue comes out." Micky smiles and stands up, shakes my hand and exits without a word. Davy stands and shakes my hand as well.
"This is loads of fun, give me a call." He winks at me and goes to stand by the door, waiting for Peter and Mike. I look at him confused before I realize the slip of paper he slid into my hand. I chuckle and slip it into my pocket. I stand up as well and Shake Peters hand. I wave at Mike then exit the room, going to find the shows producer.
I DID A MISTAKE WITH THE CHAPYER I WAS JUST DOING IT A FIXIN
