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I don't wanna write here right now. I want to do some fiction writing I've been meaning to do forever. But I've decided to do said fiction writing here at the Nova Express, and at the table across from me something interesting is unfolding. When I got here there was a lone girl alone at a table. Now several more folks have arrived. They're all apprently here for some kind of Hollywood meeting -- the plain-looking T-shirted guy congratulated another ponytailed guy on his "music video," which was, apparently, "very funny." More interesting, though, is the blonde girl who arrived and spoke sympathetically to the girl who got here first. "When you meet Ryan, be cool," she says. "Your first instinct will be to tell him to go to hell, but he doesn't react well to that. I've had a talk with him about how he can be really rough with people when he first meets them. He can be mean. He's been calling me 'dumbass' all day. You sit here -- I know he'll want to sit by you and talk to you..."
Who is Ryan? Why are these people all in his thrall? Why are they willing to put up with him? Is he some kind of star, or a big director? Why then, would he hold a meeting at Nova Express? It's no good for talking 'cause there's kinda loud music here most of the time, and anyway it's not exactly Spago. And who is the girl, and why is she the guest of honor? I can't hear their conversation now. It's driving me crazy. I wish I had a spycorder, and I don't even know what a spycorder is. I will post here shortly if Ryan turns out to be, like, Ryan Seacrest or something.
-- TWO MINUTES LATER --
Ryan... or is it "Brian?" Why don't they turn down the fucking music?... has arrived. I don't recognize the face. He's wearing a dapper enough greyish suit and tie, and the de riguer Hollywood-exec almost-shaved head. the blonde is obviously his handler, she keeps watching him with concern. They move near me and I hear him say, jocularly, that he wants a martini. He darts out the door (they don't serve martinis here, but they do across the street). She watches him go, worriedly. A minute later he's back, martiniless, and looking almost comically, little-boy sad. Now he's taken a seat across from the guest-of-honor-girl, who is putting on her best cute face. Almost flirty. And totally fake.
You know what would be awesome? If I had some sort of fantastic telephoto camera phone so I could surreptitiously take (B)ryan's picture, and post it here so you guys could ID him. But my guess is he's just another mid-level development executive prick, and man, watching this scene go down makes me glad I'm not playing that game no more...
Who is Ryan? Why are these people all in his thrall? Why are they willing to put up with him? Is he some kind of star, or a big director? Why then, would he hold a meeting at Nova Express? It's no good for talking 'cause there's kinda loud music here most of the time, and anyway it's not exactly Spago. And who is the girl, and why is she the guest of honor? I can't hear their conversation now. It's driving me crazy. I wish I had a spycorder, and I don't even know what a spycorder is. I will post here shortly if Ryan turns out to be, like, Ryan Seacrest or something.
-- TWO MINUTES LATER --
Ryan... or is it "Brian?" Why don't they turn down the fucking music?... has arrived. I don't recognize the face. He's wearing a dapper enough greyish suit and tie, and the de riguer Hollywood-exec almost-shaved head. the blonde is obviously his handler, she keeps watching him with concern. They move near me and I hear him say, jocularly, that he wants a martini. He darts out the door (they don't serve martinis here, but they do across the street). She watches him go, worriedly. A minute later he's back, martiniless, and looking almost comically, little-boy sad. Now he's taken a seat across from the guest-of-honor-girl, who is putting on her best cute face. Almost flirty. And totally fake.
You know what would be awesome? If I had some sort of fantastic telephoto camera phone so I could surreptitiously take (B)ryan's picture, and post it here so you guys could ID him. But my guess is he's just another mid-level development executive prick, and man, watching this scene go down makes me glad I'm not playing that game no more...