An Interview With: Akram Sadiq (On Hold)

Interview #1 (pt.2)

Interviewer:
Mickey  _Imperfect_Writing

Special Appearance: Dr. Tejaswini pinkprettydoll

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A ten minute break was enough for everyone to have cookies and drinks -which I obediently paid for in fictional money- and I realized, to my dismay, that half of the readers didn't like coffee. They were just nice enough not to rub it in.

Yeah! I know what you're thinking!!

Asha especially enjoyed teasing me on this short break.

“Author is in Chapter 11.” She giggled and stuck her tongue out. “Pun intended.”

Yeah, I didn't get it either... I had to Google it to learn it's a reference to bankruptcy code 11 in the United States... Man! This girl is smart!

“Thanks to you Asha… Get ready cause someone might want to grill you too.” I smirked. “Can’t wait for you to spill the beans about your Superman doll collection.”

Asha gasped and her eyes widened even more than normal. “They are not 'dolls’. They are collectable figurines!”

“How about the life size one under your bed?” I curved an eyebrow and snickered inwardly.

“Don't you dare tell anyone about that! Especially my mom! Omygosh! How the heck did you know?” Asha spluttered, grabbing fistfuls of her endless hair.

“You forgot I authored you too, huh? Why is this hard for you to accept?” I pouted jokingly shaking my head.

“You can't tell anyone, Mo, do you hear me?!” she grumbled in her adorable little voice.

“Actually, I can. It's my story and I can do whatever I want.”

“You're not the boss of me, okay? Nobody is! Except my mama!” she waved a warning finger in my face.

“Hmm! We'll see… And I mean this in the most respectful way.” I bowed theatrically, an idea sparking in my head to prove my point. She had to accept the truth.

Yup! I know she's stubborn, but I'm stubborner!

“Ugh!” Asha huffed. She stomped her foot and walked away.

She's adorable, but she's giving me a really hard time. Oh well... she'll give in after the infamous update!

I walked back to my seat and adjusted my camera, while everyone sat down.

Mickey stepped closer to Melody with a shy smile. “Melody, can I hug you? I hope it's ok, but I don't want to bug you so… I don't know.”

Melody got up, her lips curved slightly. “Oh! Sure.”

The girls hugged and Mickey thanked Mel for being so sweet.

“Shall we continue, dear ones?” I asked, getting the camcorder ready. “One... Two... Three... Action!”

Melody leaned back in her chair, wrapping her arms around herself. She was trying to look comfortable, but I knew better.

Akram gave her an encouraging smile and her arms relaxed a little as she smiled back at him.

Mickey displayed her camera face and cleared her throat.

“What's your favorite ice cream flavor?” Mickey asked with a serious expression.

“Seriously, Mickey?” I scoffed.

“What, Mosta? You don't like my question?” Mickey glared at me and then crossed her eyes.