Newsworthy
Who: Juice and Dave
When: Friday late afternoon
Where: Channel 13 Studios
Juice headed in to the studio lounge, and was pleased to find Dave the camera dude hanging out there. "Hey man, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Dave was absently tossing a battery from hand to hand, and looked up. "Sure. How's the show going?"
"Pretty good," Juice said, settling into a chair. "But man, I'm having this problem that I think is like.. a good news story, dig? But I can't exactly air it on my show 'cause we're not about the news, just about kids with stupid problems. But I was wondering if maybe I could tell it to you, and you could get your wife to like, look into it?"
"Maybe," Dave said, warily. "Why, what's it about?"
"Well, see.. I manage a band called the Spontaneous Neck Ruptures," Juice began. "It all started when one of them, our keyboardist Cindarella, didn't show up for a show. We later found out she'd been arrested..."
"Heh, what'd she do?" Dave asked.
"That's just the thing- she didn't really do anything. They got her on public intoxication, 'cause someone said they saw her drinking in public, but that was so BS. Then while she was in there- they tried to pin this motorcycle accident on her. She doesn't even own a cycle!" Juice grumbled.
"Huh. Yeah, that kinda sucks," Dave agreed. "Has she gotten a lawyer?"
"Not yet," Juice said. "But she's got plenty of time because here's the other shit. They charged us $500 bucks to bail her out- and didn't give her a court date until May."
"Heh. Really." Dave looked thoughtful. "Tell you what... let me see if I can find Tanya, and maybe you'd better see about getting her a lawyer."
"Yeah, thanks man. It's a big crock. I think they're counting on people dying in this crappy town before their court dates, so they don't have to give the money back," Juice confided. "It's a real racket they've got going on."
"Hey, at least maybe it'll make good television," Dave said. "The Director's been getting antsy about the lack of good stories lately."
"Oh yeah?" Juice frowned. "He hasn't been talking about canceling any shows, has he?"
"Well, you're probably safe, since you work for free," Dave said, "but some of the shows with paid staff are probably going to get cut if they don't perform better soon."
"Oh lame," Juice said, frowning. "I hope you guys dont' get canned. I like you, and your wife does kickass news stuff."
"Well, you can't can the news, but you can can the staff," Dave philosophized. "Still, unless someone else starts doing better than us, we're fine."
"That's good to hear. And thanks... for looking in to things. If you need to talk to Cindy about her experience like, off the record, I can put you in touch," Juice said.
When: Friday late afternoon
Where: Channel 13 Studios
Juice headed in to the studio lounge, and was pleased to find Dave the camera dude hanging out there. "Hey man, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Dave was absently tossing a battery from hand to hand, and looked up. "Sure. How's the show going?"
"Pretty good," Juice said, settling into a chair. "But man, I'm having this problem that I think is like.. a good news story, dig? But I can't exactly air it on my show 'cause we're not about the news, just about kids with stupid problems. But I was wondering if maybe I could tell it to you, and you could get your wife to like, look into it?"
"Maybe," Dave said, warily. "Why, what's it about?"
"Well, see.. I manage a band called the Spontaneous Neck Ruptures," Juice began. "It all started when one of them, our keyboardist Cindarella, didn't show up for a show. We later found out she'd been arrested..."
"Heh, what'd she do?" Dave asked.
"That's just the thing- she didn't really do anything. They got her on public intoxication, 'cause someone said they saw her drinking in public, but that was so BS. Then while she was in there- they tried to pin this motorcycle accident on her. She doesn't even own a cycle!" Juice grumbled.
"Huh. Yeah, that kinda sucks," Dave agreed. "Has she gotten a lawyer?"
"Not yet," Juice said. "But she's got plenty of time because here's the other shit. They charged us $500 bucks to bail her out- and didn't give her a court date until May."
"Heh. Really." Dave looked thoughtful. "Tell you what... let me see if I can find Tanya, and maybe you'd better see about getting her a lawyer."
"Yeah, thanks man. It's a big crock. I think they're counting on people dying in this crappy town before their court dates, so they don't have to give the money back," Juice confided. "It's a real racket they've got going on."
"Hey, at least maybe it'll make good television," Dave said. "The Director's been getting antsy about the lack of good stories lately."
"Oh yeah?" Juice frowned. "He hasn't been talking about canceling any shows, has he?"
"Well, you're probably safe, since you work for free," Dave said, "but some of the shows with paid staff are probably going to get cut if they don't perform better soon."
"Oh lame," Juice said, frowning. "I hope you guys dont' get canned. I like you, and your wife does kickass news stuff."
"Well, you can't can the news, but you can can the staff," Dave philosophized. "Still, unless someone else starts doing better than us, we're fine."
"That's good to hear. And thanks... for looking in to things. If you need to talk to Cindy about her experience like, off the record, I can put you in touch," Juice said.