kind of videos?”
Taking a drink before setting my beer on a side table I reply, “Videos where Reilly would pretend to be interviewing Kacey. All practice stuff to get ready for the real thing.”
“Why would she flip out about that?”
Opening the first email, I mutter, “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
There isn’t a video in this one and after looking at the date she sent it, I scroll further down the page to older emails.
“Wait,” Heath mumbles and I look back over to him.
“What?”
“I don’t think you should look for the videos.”
I blink. “I want to find out what made her so upset.”
“Yeah, but if it was something that embarrassed her? It will only embarrass her more if you see it again.”
He has a point. “But, she’s already embarrassed and knows I’ve seen it. What difference will it make seeing it again?” I argue.
“You can tell her that you don’t remember any of them or you don’t remember any that she should be embarrassed about.”
Shaking my head I say, “That won’t work. She knows I remember some of the videos. That’s when she freaked.”
He stands and walks to his bedroom. “I still don’t think you should look for it but you’re going do what you want anyway. I’m not going to try and talk you out of it.” He reaches up to tug at the collar of his dress shirt. “I’m going to change.”
Turning back to the screen I open the next email and see it’s a video. Another click to open the video file and one more to press play.
Kacey is standing front and center, the angle of the video camera bouncing up and down while someone, probably Reils focuses it on her. This video is about five years old taken around the time Reilly started interning at the station.
The footage stops jumping and Kacey comes fully into focus. Man, I forgot what she looked like with her glasses. They make her look so young, like a kid playing dress up with stuff that didn’t fit.
She was cute. Even though she had to have been around twenty-two or twenty-three in this video, she could have passed for a teenager.
“Okay, ready to go?” Reilly asks, coming to stand next to her, holding a hairbrush as her microphone.
Holding back a laugh I watch as Kacey eyes the hairbrush with what can only be described as defeat. I wonder how often Reilly roped her into making these videos.
Resignedly, Kacey replies, “Ready.”
“Good, okay now look towards the camera and smile. I’m going to pretend like the station has gone to me and then I’ll introduce you and interview you.”
Kacey nods and then turns to face the camera full on, a weak smile on her face. Reilly holds up her hairbrush and gives the camera a wide smile.
“And now to our field reporter, Reilly Whitmore.” Another beaming grin. “Thanks, Tad. Hello, I’m Reilly Whitmore here with Kacey Albright. Ms. Albright is here to tell us about the recent outbreak of STDs amongst high school students.”
Reilly shifts her hairbrush to a horrified looking Kacey, who replies, “What?”
Reilly raises her eyebrows and whispers loud enough for the camera to hear, “Just go with it.”
Kacey glares at her before replying, “Yes, awful STDs all over the place.”
“What do you think is the root of this recent outbreak?” Reilly asks, with complete seriousness.
Kacey tilts her head to the side, closing her eyes, making Reilly lose her cool for a moment, stomping her foot and saying “Come on, Kace.”
Kacey’s eyes pop open and she stares straight into the camera. “I believe sex is the cause of STDs, Ms. Whitmore.”
Reilly nods as though that is earth-shattering information before following up with, “And why do you think these high school students are having sex?”
Kacey pushes the hairbrush away. “Why does this interview have to be about sex?”
Reilly shrugs. “A report came out and they did an interview about it at the station today. I got to watch and still remember some of the questions Denise
Taking a drink before setting my beer on a side table I reply, “Videos where Reilly would pretend to be interviewing Kacey. All practice stuff to get ready for the real thing.”
“Why would she flip out about that?”
Opening the first email, I mutter, “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
There isn’t a video in this one and after looking at the date she sent it, I scroll further down the page to older emails.
“Wait,” Heath mumbles and I look back over to him.
“What?”
“I don’t think you should look for the videos.”
I blink. “I want to find out what made her so upset.”
“Yeah, but if it was something that embarrassed her? It will only embarrass her more if you see it again.”
He has a point. “But, she’s already embarrassed and knows I’ve seen it. What difference will it make seeing it again?” I argue.
“You can tell her that you don’t remember any of them or you don’t remember any that she should be embarrassed about.”
Shaking my head I say, “That won’t work. She knows I remember some of the videos. That’s when she freaked.”
He stands and walks to his bedroom. “I still don’t think you should look for it but you’re going do what you want anyway. I’m not going to try and talk you out of it.” He reaches up to tug at the collar of his dress shirt. “I’m going to change.”
Turning back to the screen I open the next email and see it’s a video. Another click to open the video file and one more to press play.
Kacey is standing front and center, the angle of the video camera bouncing up and down while someone, probably Reils focuses it on her. This video is about five years old taken around the time Reilly started interning at the station.
The footage stops jumping and Kacey comes fully into focus. Man, I forgot what she looked like with her glasses. They make her look so young, like a kid playing dress up with stuff that didn’t fit.
She was cute. Even though she had to have been around twenty-two or twenty-three in this video, she could have passed for a teenager.
“Okay, ready to go?” Reilly asks, coming to stand next to her, holding a hairbrush as her microphone.
Holding back a laugh I watch as Kacey eyes the hairbrush with what can only be described as defeat. I wonder how often Reilly roped her into making these videos.
Resignedly, Kacey replies, “Ready.”
“Good, okay now look towards the camera and smile. I’m going to pretend like the station has gone to me and then I’ll introduce you and interview you.”
Kacey nods and then turns to face the camera full on, a weak smile on her face. Reilly holds up her hairbrush and gives the camera a wide smile.
“And now to our field reporter, Reilly Whitmore.” Another beaming grin. “Thanks, Tad. Hello, I’m Reilly Whitmore here with Kacey Albright. Ms. Albright is here to tell us about the recent outbreak of STDs amongst high school students.”
Reilly shifts her hairbrush to a horrified looking Kacey, who replies, “What?”
Reilly raises her eyebrows and whispers loud enough for the camera to hear, “Just go with it.”
Kacey glares at her before replying, “Yes, awful STDs all over the place.”
“What do you think is the root of this recent outbreak?” Reilly asks, with complete seriousness.
Kacey tilts her head to the side, closing her eyes, making Reilly lose her cool for a moment, stomping her foot and saying “Come on, Kace.”
Kacey’s eyes pop open and she stares straight into the camera. “I believe sex is the cause of STDs, Ms. Whitmore.”
Reilly nods as though that is earth-shattering information before following up with, “And why do you think these high school students are having sex?”
Kacey pushes the hairbrush away. “Why does this interview have to be about sex?”
Reilly shrugs. “A report came out and they did an interview about it at the station today. I got to watch and still remember some of the questions Denise
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