i kind of had this mental image of harry and a reporter, basically like,
Reporter: Why were you drawn to this role? Harry: *shrugs* it looked like fun? Hell, the pay was good. Reporter: ...pretending to cut your own arm off would be fun? Harry: ...yes?
(In the background, agent extraordinaire John Marcone's hands twitch with an urge to strangle the living crap out of his client.)
(but better written obviously.
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Can Susan be the reporter? And after the camera's off and Marcone swoops in to bitch, she's just, "Look, I softballed every question, Marcone. It's not my fault your client is a wet blanket when he's not on a sound stage."
And Harry pouts, "See, this is why we broke up."
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lajflkjada Harry would be so fail at being a film star
"-and seriously, Marcone, what's wrong with what I've got?"
Harry scowled, arms folded over his chest. Even shaved and combed and buttoned up, Harry just exuded scruffiness. John bit back a sigh because well, it was Harry. You could force him into as many suits as possible, but he'd always look unkempt even without trying. Even in a Tom Ford.
(He pictured Harry's tailor Bob clutching his chest in pain at the way Harry managed to desecrate even Zegna with coffee stains. The fact that Zegna even sent another suit for Harry was a miracle in of itself.)
"Harry," said John patiently, "no one turns up to the Oscars in an off the rack from JC Pennys."
"Worthington wore Payless," Harry sulked.
"You're not Worthington," John said. "You're an Oscar nominee -- and yes, I know what you think about award ceremonies and all those words involve four letters and sulking, but Harry? Get in the damn Armani or you're scheduled for a three hours interview with Bianca St.Claire."
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-28 04:27 am (UTC)(link)Reporter: Why were you drawn to this role?
Harry: *shrugs* it looked like fun? Hell, the pay was good.
Reporter: ...pretending to cut your own arm off would be fun?
Harry: ...yes?
(In the background, agent extraordinaire John Marcone's hands twitch with an urge to strangle the living crap out of his client.)
(but better written obviously.
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And Harry pouts, "See, this is why we broke up."
Re: Okay, the oscars are more painful than usual...
(Anonymous) 2011-02-28 04:48 am (UTC)(link)"-and seriously, Marcone, what's wrong with what I've got?"
Harry scowled, arms folded over his chest. Even shaved and combed and buttoned up, Harry just exuded scruffiness. John bit back a sigh because well, it was Harry. You could force him into as many suits as possible, but he'd always look unkempt even without trying. Even in a Tom Ford.
(He pictured Harry's tailor Bob clutching his chest in pain at the way Harry managed to desecrate even Zegna with coffee stains. The fact that Zegna even sent another suit for Harry was a miracle in of itself.)
"Harry," said John patiently, "no one turns up to the Oscars in an off the rack from JC Pennys."
"Worthington wore Payless," Harry sulked.
"You're not Worthington," John said. "You're an Oscar nominee -- and yes, I know what you think about award ceremonies and all those words involve four letters and sulking, but Harry? Get in the damn Armani or you're scheduled for a three hours interview with Bianca St.Claire."
“I really hate you,” Harry said, glaring.
“Feeling’s mutual,” John said, mouth tipped up.