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scowling Janet and start to make my way through the lobby, it oc-
curs to me that a screwdriver would taste good. I don t have to be back
at work for the rest of the day Brian had suggested I go home after
the interview and just start transcribing and the truth is, I feel a bit
self-satisfied after scoring the follow-up at-home interview with Kane
for tomorrow. I briefly wonder if Kane and I are going to fall in love
and entertain other couples at dinner parties at our English country-
side estate (or the house in Spain that he mentioned repeatedly dur-
ing the interview) and laugh about how we met back when I was a
reporter for Absolutely Fabulous and I interviewed him.
As I walk up to the bar, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
Well, if it isn t Amelia Stone, says the perfectly accented British
voice belonging to Tim Bromley. He grabs my hand yes, grabs my
hand and gives me a kiss on each cheek. I am doing damn well with
the Brits today.
Amelia, this is John Davis, Tim says, motioning to a not-at-all-
cute grayish guy with a paunch. I shake John s hand as Tim gestures for
me to join them at the bar.
Tim orders a screwdriver for me from the waitress, but before I can
tell him that this is exactly what I was going to order, he says, in that
delightful British sardonic tone of his, John may not look impressive,
but he is.
John smiles at Tim good-naturedly. Gee, thanks, Tim. He s just
way too American and not cute and a bit old for me to care about any-
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thing he has to say, until he then remarks, You should hear how Tim
talks about people who don t sign his paychecks. I give John my
friendliest smile.
It s true, Tim shrugs, and then winks at me. When a cheesy guy
winks, it s cheesy. When a charming British guy winks, it s heart-
meltingly adorable. John may seem down-to-earth he is, after all,
sitting here getting quite blotto with me but don t be fooled. He s
Chat s publisher.
Publishers are never terribly interesting I d honestly rather lick
paint than be invited to lunch with the Absolutely Fabulous publisher
when he s in from New York but they are The Bank. Are you in
from New York, John? I ask. Playfully, I add, Or should I call you Mr.
Davis?
John smiles and insists that I only and always call him by his first
name, and then launches into some story about the movie he watched
on the plane coming out here. I notice that Tim is observing my inter-
action with John approvingly, and suddenly I feel grateful for John s
presence. Something I learned back in high school was that it s easier
to make a guy like you if you can reel in his friends, or if you can per-
form your humor-and-flirt routine for a crowd. I m calmer with two
people than I am with one being alone with somebody tends to
make me terrified that I m going to run out of things to say. As I listen
to John talk about the movie he watched in his room here last night
this guy sure likes movies, and boy, can he ramble I think about how
much more comfortable I am being around Tim this time than I was
when I first met him. I m still wearing the attention I was getting from
Kane like a protective coat, and am feeling like the very epitome of a
Sexy Woman Who Has to Fend Off Advances from Her Interview
Subjects on a Regular Basis.
As if on cue, Tim asks, And what brings you to the L Ermitage
this afternoon? I swear, he can make even dull questions sound
charming.
I was actually interviewing a musician, I say, and then, after
glancing around the bar area, determining that neither Kane nor his
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sour manager are in the vicinity, and lowering my voice anyway, I pro-
ceed to regale them with the story of my recent interview complete
with the bits about being invited into the bed and his suggestion for a
follow-up interview tomorrow at his house.
You are too much! Tim exclaims, looking absolutely delighted.
You do realize that these things don t happen to normal people?
Since there s almost nothing I d rather be less than normal, I feel
utterly thrilled.
I hope you don t think I m horribly unprofessional, I say.
Absolutely not! Tim says.
You should use what you ve got, John adds.
I continue to revel in my impressive story and their reaction to it
for the next half hour as I finish my screwdriver. Just as I m thinking
about how much I want a cigarette and am wondering if I can tell Tim
Bromley I smoke because surely the British don t have the same
closed-minded attitude about cigarettes that overly health-conscious
Americans do, he glances at his watch and tells me that, regretfully,
he and John have to meet some advertisers for a drink across town in
twenty minutes and that they should probably be on their way. I love
the way he says regretfully it almost makes up for the fact that he s
leaving.
Do you have a card on you? he asks, and as I literally feel my
heart alight with delight, I realize that I ran out of cards a few weeks
ago and still haven t gotten around to ordering more.
I don t, I say. But why don t I write my information down?
He smiles and slides me a napkin and a ballpoint pen, and I write
down my work number and e-mail address. Then I add my cell phone
and put a little x next to it. Subliminal message that will make him think
of kissing when he looks at it, I think.
The next day at work, I rush over to Brian s office to gloat about
my follow-up interview with Kane, and he asks me when I m going
over there.
72 A N N A D A V I D
Three o clock. Even though I m meeting Kane at 7 p.m., this an-
swer just comes out of me, probably because I know that if I tell Brian
the truth, he ll get the wrong idea. I make a mental note to leave the
office at two thirty to perpetuate this lie.
Rather than saying anything, Brian just hands me a sheet of paper:
an assignment to interview singer-songwriter Linda Lewis. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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scowling Janet and start to make my way through the lobby, it oc-
curs to me that a screwdriver would taste good. I don t have to be back
at work for the rest of the day Brian had suggested I go home after
the interview and just start transcribing and the truth is, I feel a bit
self-satisfied after scoring the follow-up at-home interview with Kane
for tomorrow. I briefly wonder if Kane and I are going to fall in love
and entertain other couples at dinner parties at our English country-
side estate (or the house in Spain that he mentioned repeatedly dur-
ing the interview) and laugh about how we met back when I was a
reporter for Absolutely Fabulous and I interviewed him.
As I walk up to the bar, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
Well, if it isn t Amelia Stone, says the perfectly accented British
voice belonging to Tim Bromley. He grabs my hand yes, grabs my
hand and gives me a kiss on each cheek. I am doing damn well with
the Brits today.
Amelia, this is John Davis, Tim says, motioning to a not-at-all-
cute grayish guy with a paunch. I shake John s hand as Tim gestures for
me to join them at the bar.
Tim orders a screwdriver for me from the waitress, but before I can
tell him that this is exactly what I was going to order, he says, in that
delightful British sardonic tone of his, John may not look impressive,
but he is.
John smiles at Tim good-naturedly. Gee, thanks, Tim. He s just
way too American and not cute and a bit old for me to care about any-
70 A N N A D A V I D
thing he has to say, until he then remarks, You should hear how Tim
talks about people who don t sign his paychecks. I give John my
friendliest smile.
It s true, Tim shrugs, and then winks at me. When a cheesy guy
winks, it s cheesy. When a charming British guy winks, it s heart-
meltingly adorable. John may seem down-to-earth he is, after all,
sitting here getting quite blotto with me but don t be fooled. He s
Chat s publisher.
Publishers are never terribly interesting I d honestly rather lick
paint than be invited to lunch with the Absolutely Fabulous publisher
when he s in from New York but they are The Bank. Are you in
from New York, John? I ask. Playfully, I add, Or should I call you Mr.
Davis?
John smiles and insists that I only and always call him by his first
name, and then launches into some story about the movie he watched
on the plane coming out here. I notice that Tim is observing my inter-
action with John approvingly, and suddenly I feel grateful for John s
presence. Something I learned back in high school was that it s easier
to make a guy like you if you can reel in his friends, or if you can per-
form your humor-and-flirt routine for a crowd. I m calmer with two
people than I am with one being alone with somebody tends to
make me terrified that I m going to run out of things to say. As I listen
to John talk about the movie he watched in his room here last night
this guy sure likes movies, and boy, can he ramble I think about how
much more comfortable I am being around Tim this time than I was
when I first met him. I m still wearing the attention I was getting from
Kane like a protective coat, and am feeling like the very epitome of a
Sexy Woman Who Has to Fend Off Advances from Her Interview
Subjects on a Regular Basis.
As if on cue, Tim asks, And what brings you to the L Ermitage
this afternoon? I swear, he can make even dull questions sound
charming.
I was actually interviewing a musician, I say, and then, after
glancing around the bar area, determining that neither Kane nor his
P A R T Y G I R L 71
sour manager are in the vicinity, and lowering my voice anyway, I pro-
ceed to regale them with the story of my recent interview complete
with the bits about being invited into the bed and his suggestion for a
follow-up interview tomorrow at his house.
You are too much! Tim exclaims, looking absolutely delighted.
You do realize that these things don t happen to normal people?
Since there s almost nothing I d rather be less than normal, I feel
utterly thrilled.
I hope you don t think I m horribly unprofessional, I say.
Absolutely not! Tim says.
You should use what you ve got, John adds.
I continue to revel in my impressive story and their reaction to it
for the next half hour as I finish my screwdriver. Just as I m thinking
about how much I want a cigarette and am wondering if I can tell Tim
Bromley I smoke because surely the British don t have the same
closed-minded attitude about cigarettes that overly health-conscious
Americans do, he glances at his watch and tells me that, regretfully,
he and John have to meet some advertisers for a drink across town in
twenty minutes and that they should probably be on their way. I love
the way he says regretfully it almost makes up for the fact that he s
leaving.
Do you have a card on you? he asks, and as I literally feel my
heart alight with delight, I realize that I ran out of cards a few weeks
ago and still haven t gotten around to ordering more.
I don t, I say. But why don t I write my information down?
He smiles and slides me a napkin and a ballpoint pen, and I write
down my work number and e-mail address. Then I add my cell phone
and put a little x next to it. Subliminal message that will make him think
of kissing when he looks at it, I think.
The next day at work, I rush over to Brian s office to gloat about
my follow-up interview with Kane, and he asks me when I m going
over there.
72 A N N A D A V I D
Three o clock. Even though I m meeting Kane at 7 p.m., this an-
swer just comes out of me, probably because I know that if I tell Brian
the truth, he ll get the wrong idea. I make a mental note to leave the
office at two thirty to perpetuate this lie.
Rather than saying anything, Brian just hands me a sheet of paper:
an assignment to interview singer-songwriter Linda Lewis. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]