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Well, it seems as though that 100 fic community will never accept my claim, but I decided to write all the fics anyway and share them with you wonderful people! I'm keeping the format of introduction to the fic they asked for, just to be ironic...or just plain funny, whatever works.
Title: In The Beginning…
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (General)
Characters: Ryan, Colin, Greg, Drew, Dan Patterson, hint of Ryan/Colin
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: 582
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This is slightly AU. Dan Patterson was a producer on the British series as well as the US series, so he would have already known about Whose Line.
“I’m so totally psyched for this meeting.”
“Of course you are, Greg. You get excited making coffee in the morning.”
“Shut up, Drew.”
“I’m scared.”
“Me, too Ry. That’s the beauty of it.”
“Beauty? Col, we’re about to go in this boardroom in front of Dan Patterson, the potential new producer of Whose Line. This could make or break the show…this could make or break our careers. I don’t see beauty so much as a stinking, heaping pile of-Hello, Mr. Patterson.”
Dan was tall, but not as tall as Ryan. His crisp suit and slicked back hair gave him the demeanor of an Italian mob boss. Ryan tried very hard to keep all of his insulting thoughts inside his head, but as he glanced at Colin as they made their way into the room with Greg and Drew behind them, he could sense the Canadian thinking the same things he was.
The door shut with a sharp click behind them, and the cold, metallic sound made the butterflies in Ryan’s stomach multiply. The four comedians situated themselves around the table, where Dan and two other men Ryan didn’t know were already seated.
They’re going to hate this. Colin’s going to be too bald, Greg won’t be good looking enough, and Drew and I already have a show. They’re never going to go for this. Why did we even try this? Sure, Clive had stuff to do; his family, other job offers, but us…we don’t have anything else. This show IS our lives. If we lose this show…I don’t know what will happen to me…to me and Colin. We started our relationship with this show…I’d hate to see it end with the show.
“Gentlemen, if you’d like to start,” one of the men Ryan didn’t know said. He was a shorter man, with thinning gray hair and a huge mole above his right eyebrow. They really wanted to screw Ryan up, didn’t they?
“Good morning, gentlemen, I’m Drew Carey,” Drew started. “We’re here today to speak to you about ABC picking up one of the top-rated shows in England, Whose Line is it Anyway?, which continues to be a favorite with the viewers. Why bring this show to America, you ask? We believe that the show could have a huge market over here, even bigger than overseas. American audiences could really use a show like Whose Line. I would act as the host, much like Clive Anderson did in London. Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie here,” he gestured to the two men, who were instinctively pressing their legs together underneath the table, trying to gain some comfort from each other. “would be permanent players, with other improvisers such as Greg Proops, Brad Sherwood, Chip Esten and others filling in the other two spots week to week. Improvisation is a highly respected form of comedy, and we believe it has a definite chance to succeed.”
Ryan caught Drew’s eyes, and the men exchanged smiles. Things were getting off to a great start, other than the fact that the two other men in the room seemed stoic. Dan, on the other hand, was beaming. Ryan could sense that he loved the idea.
I think I’m getting a boner from all this excitement. Dan loves it! Screw the other two, they don’t count. Come on Dan, you know you want it…
“Thank you for your presentation gentlemen,” said Mole Man. “We’ll make sure to get back to you as soon as we’ve reached a decision.”
Title: In The Beginning…
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (General)
Characters: Ryan, Colin, Greg, Drew, Dan Patterson, hint of Ryan/Colin
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: 582
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This is slightly AU. Dan Patterson was a producer on the British series as well as the US series, so he would have already known about Whose Line.
“I’m so totally psyched for this meeting.”
“Of course you are, Greg. You get excited making coffee in the morning.”
“Shut up, Drew.”
“I’m scared.”
“Me, too Ry. That’s the beauty of it.”
“Beauty? Col, we’re about to go in this boardroom in front of Dan Patterson, the potential new producer of Whose Line. This could make or break the show…this could make or break our careers. I don’t see beauty so much as a stinking, heaping pile of-Hello, Mr. Patterson.”
Dan was tall, but not as tall as Ryan. His crisp suit and slicked back hair gave him the demeanor of an Italian mob boss. Ryan tried very hard to keep all of his insulting thoughts inside his head, but as he glanced at Colin as they made their way into the room with Greg and Drew behind them, he could sense the Canadian thinking the same things he was.
The door shut with a sharp click behind them, and the cold, metallic sound made the butterflies in Ryan’s stomach multiply. The four comedians situated themselves around the table, where Dan and two other men Ryan didn’t know were already seated.
They’re going to hate this. Colin’s going to be too bald, Greg won’t be good looking enough, and Drew and I already have a show. They’re never going to go for this. Why did we even try this? Sure, Clive had stuff to do; his family, other job offers, but us…we don’t have anything else. This show IS our lives. If we lose this show…I don’t know what will happen to me…to me and Colin. We started our relationship with this show…I’d hate to see it end with the show.
“Gentlemen, if you’d like to start,” one of the men Ryan didn’t know said. He was a shorter man, with thinning gray hair and a huge mole above his right eyebrow. They really wanted to screw Ryan up, didn’t they?
“Good morning, gentlemen, I’m Drew Carey,” Drew started. “We’re here today to speak to you about ABC picking up one of the top-rated shows in England, Whose Line is it Anyway?, which continues to be a favorite with the viewers. Why bring this show to America, you ask? We believe that the show could have a huge market over here, even bigger than overseas. American audiences could really use a show like Whose Line. I would act as the host, much like Clive Anderson did in London. Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie here,” he gestured to the two men, who were instinctively pressing their legs together underneath the table, trying to gain some comfort from each other. “would be permanent players, with other improvisers such as Greg Proops, Brad Sherwood, Chip Esten and others filling in the other two spots week to week. Improvisation is a highly respected form of comedy, and we believe it has a definite chance to succeed.”
Ryan caught Drew’s eyes, and the men exchanged smiles. Things were getting off to a great start, other than the fact that the two other men in the room seemed stoic. Dan, on the other hand, was beaming. Ryan could sense that he loved the idea.
I think I’m getting a boner from all this excitement. Dan loves it! Screw the other two, they don’t count. Come on Dan, you know you want it…
“Thank you for your presentation gentlemen,” said Mole Man. “We’ll make sure to get back to you as soon as we’ve reached a decision.”