Interviews and Papers - For maddysamuels

[literary_james]

James hadn't ever expected to be interviewed for a paper. That's not to say that he didn't dream of it or wish, hard, that it would happen. But the fact that there was someone who was actually interested in writing a piece on him was flattering. Surprising as hell, but flattering

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[ontherails]

Maddy definitely did not look the part of a reporter. She hated dressing professionally and had no interest in fashion. She arrived wearing a cropped leather jacket over a grey t-shirt and dark denim jeans. Her favorite red Chuck Taylors completed the look.

Getting past the security was easy, as James had told her, and she spotted him straight away. Trying to be as confident as possible, she made her way over to him and smiled. “James? I’m Maddy.”

[literary_james]

He was handing his set list with his approval back to one of the crew members when he heard his name being spoken. He was taken aback at Maddy's appearance; he was expecting one of those reporters you see in comic books -- glasses, hair pulled back and up, some sort of .. dress suit on. Or something. He tilted his head at seeing her, smiling. She looked like she was from Brooklyn, and it was like being around home again.

He held out a hand to her.

"It's a pleasure, Maddy. Sorry for that brain fart moment. You just .. don't look the way I thought you were going to look." He paused, back-tracking. "In a good way, I mean -- I was expecting that stereotypical reporter, you know?"

[ontherails]

Maddy couldn’t help blushing a little as she shook his extended hand. She hated how easy it was for her to blush and feel embarrassed. Pulling her hand back, she clenched her hands together. It was a nervous habit of hers.

“Um, yeah, my boss gave up trying to get me into a suit a long time ago.” She laughed at the memory of Paul trying to take her out shopping himself to no avail. “This looks like a really good arena.” She said as she looked around the area.

[literary_james]

James shook her hand warmly, sliding it back into his pocket as he rocked on his heels.

"You don't seem the suit-wearing type," he said, considering it. "I mean, it's not very Brooklyn to have that kind of attire, I don't think. Depending on the area you're in, I guess." He glanced around at the stadium and smiled. "Yeah, it's not bad. They're all sort of .. blending together." He looked back at her with a faint laugh. "Can I get you anything? Pellegrino? Soda?"