-the scene opens to the middle of an interview with a top billboard composer-
mister, could you please tell us a bit about your mother?
my mom? well... she was there when she wanted to be. her ultimate goal was for me to be independent.
anything else?
the uncomfortable man gives a firm shake of his head, folding his hands over his legs instead with a poker face.
alright then. please, sir, we had a request from the staff. how was the car ride to the studio this afternoon?
it was okay. it stopped raining on our way here. i guess that's a good thing.
he shrugged, not really understanding the purpose of this interview. he sighed. this was a waste of his time.
oh, so it was raining, huh? ah, i've been inside all day. alright then! for your last question, how's your composing going? any interesting projects you can let us in on?
the manager touched his wrist to signal the man he had to rush to his next appointment. the composer secretly rejoiced.
well, i'm working on the soundtrack for a movie release in october so i'm really enjoying the workload for that. other than that, i'm working on side projects as well as personal projects. life's good at the moment.
thank you for meeting with us today, mister! this was xxxx xxxx live, with top composer ___ _____. see you next time in rockin' beats!
-scene close-
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