WATTYS LONG LIST. He's got three polyamorous, pole dancing moms and his world is the stuff of which teen boy fantasies are made. But when he falls for a feisty cancer patient who is about to die, he truly learns how to live.
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"You ready?" Nia asked.
I said, "No," and Yoshi and Halley laughed, from behind the big TV camera Halley was operating.
We were in our own studio at the Big Building. Which was kind of cool, because some of the people that worked with us were able to sneak up and watch for a while. Good way to get acquainted with all that, since a lot of them were going to wind up being on TV, too. We had soooo much talent in that building. I was constantly amazed.
And I loved that I wouldn't have to go to any local TV stations to do live feeds anymore. Meant I was pretty chill, while we waited for the cue from some morning show I don't know the name of to this day. I never watch them. I can't stand the chit chat happy talk they do on those shows. Like they're talking to a room full of toddlers.
They talk down to you, the chit chat people. Like the people watching are kind of slow and need to be grinned at and cajoled--I like that SAT word--into eating the crap they're pedaling.
So anyway, I'd been on "live" all over the place that morning. "Affiliates," Yoshi said, of NBC. The "major markets." That's where you talk to all the NBCs in all the big cities, according to time zones.
So the east coast stations go first--New York and Boston and Philadelphia or something like that. And then the Midwest, Chicago and...I'm not sure where else there, and then Phoenix and Denver, and then Los Angeles and San Francisco...like that. I was doing the LA one, the last one, finally.
It's kind of surreal, because like I told you once before, you're not with the people you're talking to. You're in a room with just whoever's handling the camera and the sound.
So when the red light went on, it was like a whole different world coming at me through my ear bud. Happy Chit Chat Land, where a guy with one of those news reader voices was narrating a little video introduction:
"Couples want the rings. The dress. The cake. The vows. But most of all, they want the magic. Those moments that made the whole world swoon.
The bride and groom at the center of that collective swoon, Kendall and Colton James, have given us all leave to emulate at will. There will be no merchandising of those rings or that cake or anything else. No trademarks, no lawsuits.
Their sole request? That fans request donations to a select list of charities instead of wedding gifts. And get the dress, cake and decorations from small local businesses as much as possible.
The coffers of those charities and businesses are already overflowing. And several organizations have applied for grants from the Kendall and Colton James Foundation. More funding in the offing, from the Tucson twosome who has already given them so much."
Yoshi raised his chin right about there, to let me know I was about to be hit with some kind of lead-in question. He looked like a rooster that day. With a red faux hawk made out of a whole bunch of little feathery looking ponytails. Something only he could pull off, of course.
