Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jul 1, 2014 17:43:18 GMT -8
The set is quite posh. In the centre of the room, there is a lacquered table and two expensive-looking, comfortable armchairs in a nice shade of lavender. Upon the table lies a tea set, and underneath the table is an expensive-looking Persian rug. Behind the little set up is a fire place. Above the fire place, in fancy letters, you can see the following...
The Asu Show
You really have the impression that this is a prestigious show. How the heck did you get on this show anyways?! Because damn does your agent have connections... You're sitting in your chair, all comfortable, in formal clothes, and you're wondering when your host will arrive. And then, you here some music...
The upbeat intro of "Get Lucky" plays as a little lady badassly... waddles in and takes a seat. She is clad in a blazer and a little black pencil skirt, reminding you of a certain chancellor. She doesn't look too old, but she gives you the impression of an old soul. "Welcome to "The Asu Show"! Tune in for your daily dose of typos! Your interview may be a bit butchered, but man it'll be the wurst!" She sits down... and appears a little small for the chair. It looks like her feet don't touch the ground.
"Why hello there, Mister Braginsky. I'd like to welcome you to my show. It's very nice to MEAT you today. Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself?"
Well, that is rather unfitting music for this decor - he would have expected something orchestral to match the extravagant set-up. No matter. The incoming interviewer is what deserves his attention now. Oh, she's so little, so sweet. Ivan giggles and plays it off as his delight to be here, though it might also indicate that he doesn't understand half of what she's said so far. At least it's off to an entertaining start.
Ivan is sitting tall and proper in his designated seat, prepared as he always tries to be for interviews. "Thank you for the welcome, gozpodina." That means 'miss'. Might a touch of Russian delight the audience? His head turns aside to view the expectant faces in the audience. "I am known as Ivan Ivanovich, or Ivan if that is mouthful." His attention returns to the woman in front of him as he continues. "I am writer and director of horror movies. Not the pointless jump scares, I mean the kind that really messes with the mind."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Braginsky. I relish the fact that you've mustard the courage to ketchup to us about yourself. You are a fascinating new face. Don't think of it as too direct, but in this business, you'll probably be asked this often enough anyways, especially with how attractive you are. Tell me, darling... are you a duck in bed?"
Ivan's courage has quickly diminished. Much to his dismay, there is a healthy blossom of pink over his face and he is forcing himself to remain composed. Although he should be used to such a subject being sprung on him, it's never considered polite to discuss them in front of onlookers. And is that generally how Americans speak, so caught up in their gross condiments? "I thank you for compliment, but I do not know what that means." His responses are curt, short, and quick, but he is still smiling - just wanting to get this question away. "But if you are asking if I am bad, then no."
"Now personally, I can't say I'm the best in bed, but I wish you the best luck there. I'm certain you'll bloom into a beautiful peacock one day! I see you're from Russia. I can hear it in your marvelous voice. Tell me how you're taking in the lovely Hollywood Hills. Shocking much?"
He really wasn't wondering whether she was good in bed. He really hopes that an impolite audience isn't thinking such things about him, either. Now that they've moved on, he feels a boost of confidence that his voice has been complimented. "Shocking...? I suppose it is shocking to see the beauty and the wealth, after having grown in poor parts of Saint Petersburg. I have grown used to life here after many years now."
"Fascinating. How fascinating. Positively shocking, isn't it? Quite different way to look at things, I suppose. You ever go travelling? You ever get homesick? What's one thing you miss from home?"
"When you are in California, I do not suppose it is likely that you stay in one spot. There is whole wonderful coastline here, hm? Hollywood is beautiful but I must see other parts. It is helpful for finding inspirations for stories. I am usually forgetting about my home specifically. Russia by itself... it is beautiful. More beautiful than here. If anyone ever goes," this asks for another glance to the audience, "look at the architecture. See a play, too. Those are both things that are easily missed." Okay, that was more than one thing. A sweet smile should make up for his mishap.
"I see, I see... Well, darling, I did some research on you. I basically stalked your Facebook and phoned the NSA!" You better fear if she really does have NSA connections, goodness. "Chef, come in!" A chef comes in with ptichie moloko... Wow! You haven't seen this in a while, now have you?! "Why don't you have some sweetness?" The chef puts down the two plates upon the table. You go and take your dessert, and your host does the same. Using a tiny, silver spoon, your host takes a bite out of the heavenly ambrosia. "Mmm mmm... MMM. You have good taste! Did your grandma ever make something like this? This is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Say, do you have any siblings or cousins in Hollywood that we should be aware of? Perhaps if you aren't available, our viewers would still like a piece, hmmm?"
He doesn't suppose his Facebook was very interesting... he hardly uses the silly thing. His attention perks to hear a new name. This chef is accompanied by a most delightful scent and Ivan's eyes are drawn to the dessert laid between them. Oh, is that..? After having taken his share of the tort, he is more than obliging to go ahead and take a bite. A touch of home certainly delights him. "My country has good taste," he corrects her, light-hearted. He supposes it's also correct that he has good taste, as he does adore such a dessert. "Babushka? No, my mother was the cook for us. I even learned some of it from her, though big sister is best at cooking. Ah - now you have asked about that. I have two sisters here."
"Well won't we be quite interested! What're their numbers?"
He tenses, hoping that that's a joke. "Please, they are not that.. they are not.." Why has the interview gone down yet another awkward path? He shifts in his seat, placing his dessert back down. "Mm. Little sister is not to 'trifle' with, I think that is the term. Big sister might be sensitive to calls from rude men now that they think they have a chance." The look he gives the audience might be a little pointed, though ever present is that smile Ivan is known for.
"Speaking of which, are you taken? I'm sure our audience is very interested! Any special man/lady in your life at the moment?"
"Absolutno." In the case that it's been kept out of sight, he lifts his left hand. It's turned at an angle so that the lights of the set will catch the ring on his ring finger, dazzling as it's meant to be. "A fiance."
"Oh what a shame! We'll keep an eye out if the position'll be open, then. Might there be an application I can fill out and turn in the event the position is open?"
At first he doesn't see how that's a shame. Laughter from the audience corrects him, and he can't help but chuckle sheepishly. "If the position is opened, I would likely be very upset. When I am upset, I will not think about replacing him so quickly. Applications are not necessary at all, thank you." At least he's capable of honesty, too.
"But anyways, enough about your life in the bedroom (or lack of it), we're just curious to know... what are your goals here in Hollywood? Any image or angle you going after in terms of roles/in general?"
Yes, enough about bedroom talk. He isn't particularly pleased about having blushed in front of an audience. "Ah~ For my image, da, I would like to be known as a caring celebrity. You know, I do not ignore my fans or think they are annoying. I do like the attention. Curious people like you, Gozpodina Asu and audience, inspire me to keep going. I also just want to always be a success."
"I hope you won't mind, but may I ask how it is to be working with your fiance, the Mister Mihai Eliade? He has been in a couple films of yours, hasn't he? He has been a great inspiration in your creative work, I presume."
"He plays his roles very perfectly." Given the chance to talk about Mihai as he wishes, there is indeed a particular warmth in the Russian's chest. "Of course that is what I noticed first. He was a fan of mine, is that not cute? As our relationship grows, his inspiration to me grows. It is good that we share interest in things related to horror - though of course he inspires and makes me happy in many more ways than that." Instead of rambling the rest of the interview, he pauses there. His hands are fidgeting very slightly and he finds that his ring looks particularly beautiful this evening.
"How sweet, I'm certain Mihai is watching this right now. Do give him a shout-out if you so wish. But moving on, may I ask about your next production? Who are you thinking of having in your next up and coming block buster?"
"I might have some faces in mind, though I am not sure I can name them right away. It is not surprise that my next production will be a spook." What a fun word to use. He's content again, shifting to cross one leg over the other. "I am afraid I do not want to spill so many details, but at least I have let you know that something will be coming, da?"
And since she offered, Ivan turns to the nearest camera to speak his 'shout-out': "Ya tebya lyublyu."
"It looks like we'll have to wrap up in a bit, unfortunately. When you walk out of this studio, what is the first thing you'll do?"
Yes, yes. Hopefully Mihai is watching and was delighted to hear him say that! He looks back at Asu in time to hear her question, mulling over his plans for today. "If no one stops me for more questions, then I might return to my work."
"Good luck with that! Don't do anything too illegal! It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Braginsky. That's all for The Asu Show! We hope you've enjoyed being on the show, and do give us a shout-out to us when you can. Until next time, ciao~"
As the show fades and the audience begins to clap, Ivan offers a grateful nod and departs.