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and
difficult stars. Murphy’s law seemed to be modus operandi for the day. Even the
weather seemed to be changing along with the mood in the studio. The day had
started out fine and sunny and taken a sudden downturn around noon into drizzle
and gloom.
“Mr.
Lundquist...Miss Lindstrom is here...” Jenny, the young Girl Friday stepped
back a couple of paces at the furious look on his face. Quickly he forced a
smile, if there was one thing he would not do, it was kill the messenger
because he didn’t like the message.
“She’s not meant
to be here for another hour at least.”
“Yes, sir, but
she says she has a full schedule and wants to ‘get on with it’.”
That didn’t
sound promising. He felt his spine stiffen with irritation as he walked slowly
toward the green room.
“Oh, there you
are!” Loretta Lindstrom, A-list star and songbird extraordinaire turned away
from the window handing him the leash to her wheezing pug.
Unsure what she
expected him to do with it, he took it. The pug sat looking up at him
expectantly with its bulbous brown eyes, pink tongue lolling sideways. “Someone
needs to walk him.”
“We’re a little
short staffed,” he murmured. He’d heard good things and very bad things about
this woman. She had the voice of an angel and apparently the personality of a
termagant. The dog though, was a sweet looking thing. He called Jenny, his Girl
Friday back in.
“Jenny, if you
could just take and walk…” He raised his eyebrows in question.
“Rugly,” Loretta
supplied.
Rugly looked
hopefully up at Jenny, who immediately began crooning baby talk to him as he
waddled after her down the hall, his small claws clicking as he went.
“Let’s get on
with it then.”
“Sorry, Miss
Lindstrom, but we don’t go on the air for another two hours.”
“You tape the
show!” she reminded him vehemently. “Your audience is already here, your
pre-show warm up guys are out there right now!”
“Yes, but we go
live to Chicago.”
“As if rerunning
the damn thing an hour later would kill you!” she spat. “Your audience will be
half bored to tears by then! They’re fresh now...and so am I!”
“Is there a
problem? Are you unwell?”
“Do I look
unwell?”
Thorne knew
better than to answer that.
“I hate live
TV,” she admitted abruptly.
Thorne bit back
the obvious question—why had she agreed to do his show if she didn’t want to?
She was world famous, she could be on any TV show, anytime she chose. Any host
would boot off any less important star to showcase Loretta Lindstrom. She must
really want to be here. He was number one in his time slot.
“Is there
anything I can do to make you more comfortable while you wait, Miss Lindstrom?”
he asked politely.
“Yes. Get out.”
Thorne left the
room without another word, just as Jenny returned with Rugly, her eyebrows rose
at his ominous expression. “I’ll see you in my office in five minutes,” he said
quietly.
***
Thorne breathed
deeply, assuming his usual calm poise as the studio lights went up, and with
cameras rolling, the live show was on the air. The audience were especially
loud today, their enthusiasm for the chance of seeing the infamous Miss
Lindstrom was deafening.
“Well, good
afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I don’t need to ask what the excitement I sense
in the air is about!” he addressed the audience with his usual charismatic
smile and good humor. The crowd roared in anticipation. “So without further
ado, let me introduce our honored guest—Miss Loretta Lindstrom!”
He turned
applauding along with the audience as the spotlight fell on the side entrance,
his heart skipped a couple of beats as they waited; it was the show’s policy to
have every male guest escorted on and off stage by two lovely hostesses, and
every female guest by two tuxedo clad handsome males. She wasn’t there.
Finally she
appeared, a slight frozen smile touching the corners of her lips, the two young
men escorting her
difficult stars. Murphy’s law seemed to be modus operandi for the day. Even the
weather seemed to be changing along with the mood in the studio. The day had
started out fine and sunny and taken a sudden downturn around noon into drizzle
and gloom.
“Mr.
Lundquist...Miss Lindstrom is here...” Jenny, the young Girl Friday stepped
back a couple of paces at the furious look on his face. Quickly he forced a
smile, if there was one thing he would not do, it was kill the messenger
because he didn’t like the message.
“She’s not meant
to be here for another hour at least.”
“Yes, sir, but
she says she has a full schedule and wants to ‘get on with it’.”
That didn’t
sound promising. He felt his spine stiffen with irritation as he walked slowly
toward the green room.
“Oh, there you
are!” Loretta Lindstrom, A-list star and songbird extraordinaire turned away
from the window handing him the leash to her wheezing pug.
Unsure what she
expected him to do with it, he took it. The pug sat looking up at him
expectantly with its bulbous brown eyes, pink tongue lolling sideways. “Someone
needs to walk him.”
“We’re a little
short staffed,” he murmured. He’d heard good things and very bad things about
this woman. She had the voice of an angel and apparently the personality of a
termagant. The dog though, was a sweet looking thing. He called Jenny, his Girl
Friday back in.
“Jenny, if you
could just take and walk…” He raised his eyebrows in question.
“Rugly,” Loretta
supplied.
Rugly looked
hopefully up at Jenny, who immediately began crooning baby talk to him as he
waddled after her down the hall, his small claws clicking as he went.
“Let’s get on
with it then.”
“Sorry, Miss
Lindstrom, but we don’t go on the air for another two hours.”
“You tape the
show!” she reminded him vehemently. “Your audience is already here, your
pre-show warm up guys are out there right now!”
“Yes, but we go
live to Chicago.”
“As if rerunning
the damn thing an hour later would kill you!” she spat. “Your audience will be
half bored to tears by then! They’re fresh now...and so am I!”
“Is there a
problem? Are you unwell?”
“Do I look
unwell?”
Thorne knew
better than to answer that.
“I hate live
TV,” she admitted abruptly.
Thorne bit back
the obvious question—why had she agreed to do his show if she didn’t want to?
She was world famous, she could be on any TV show, anytime she chose. Any host
would boot off any less important star to showcase Loretta Lindstrom. She must
really want to be here. He was number one in his time slot.
“Is there
anything I can do to make you more comfortable while you wait, Miss Lindstrom?”
he asked politely.
“Yes. Get out.”
Thorne left the
room without another word, just as Jenny returned with Rugly, her eyebrows rose
at his ominous expression. “I’ll see you in my office in five minutes,” he said
quietly.
***
Thorne breathed
deeply, assuming his usual calm poise as the studio lights went up, and with
cameras rolling, the live show was on the air. The audience were especially
loud today, their enthusiasm for the chance of seeing the infamous Miss
Lindstrom was deafening.
“Well, good
afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I don’t need to ask what the excitement I sense
in the air is about!” he addressed the audience with his usual charismatic
smile and good humor. The crowd roared in anticipation. “So without further
ado, let me introduce our honored guest—Miss Loretta Lindstrom!”
He turned
applauding along with the audience as the spotlight fell on the side entrance,
his heart skipped a couple of beats as they waited; it was the show’s policy to
have every male guest escorted on and off stage by two lovely hostesses, and
every female guest by two tuxedo clad handsome males. She wasn’t there.
Finally she
appeared, a slight frozen smile touching the corners of her lips, the two young
men escorting her
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