*Giggle* Sorry Writer, I had too!
"Okay! Places everyone, chop chop!" The Director said(this time, its a real director, not the creepy lady.) clapping her hands, holding a script in between her torso and arm.
"And in 5...4...3...2..." Lights flashed on, I was in the middle of a small kitchen, standing over a small counter, with a blender, огонь extinguisher, a bag of nails, and a stack of balonga. I had a motorcycle helmet, and on фартук on.
"Herro people!" I said, waving, inside of the cycle шлем I was smiling, the glass wasnt tinted, so Ты could see my face.
"Okay, so Ты see here, a stack of balonga," I said, gesturing to the four inch high stack of bolonga. "a огонь extinguisher," gesturing to a worn out огонь extingusher I hoped still had foam in it. "a bag of nails," I said, gesturing to the nails, "and last, but really, certaintly not least... Our blender!" I annouced, motioning to the blender. The camera shifted and zoomed in on the blender. Then zoomed out, and focused back on me. I glanced at the director(again, the kind for TV, not the evil one), who was biting her nails and looking at me intensly.
"But, the Вопрос is.... Will it blend?" I asked rhetoricly. I smiled as bells rang, and different lights flashed on.
"Cue stunt double!" Someone in the background shouted. Fang, who was wearing the same motorcycle helmet, the glass tinted so his face didnt show, and the same red apron, walked out from behind the kitchen, which was really just a background curtain.
"Good luck." I muttered, passing him and walking behind the curtain.
"Will it blend?" Fang asked rhetoricly, shoving he bolonga into the blender, then the nails. He put the lid on, and hesitated to push the button that stated "BLEND". He pushed it, and the blender made a terrible noise, then burst into flames. Eye widened under the helmet, Fang grabbed the огонь extinguisher nozzle, then blew foam all over the blender, kicking the plug out of the nearby outlet. огонь alarms blazed, sprinklers turned on, people groaned.I giggled behind the cutain.
"Cut!" Someone yelled. Bells rang, Fang took off the helmet.
"Your free to go." The director muttered, rubbing her temples. Fang ran his fingers through his hair, and marched himselfthrough the curtain, grabbing my hand, and marching me out the building.
"Im never, ever, doing that again." Fang muttered.
*Giggle* By now Writer, Ты see I сказал(-а) sorry to grab your attention.
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"Okay! Places everyone, chop chop!" The Director said(this time, its a real director, not the creepy lady.) clapping her hands, holding a script in between her torso and arm.
"And in 5...4...3...2..." Lights flashed on, I was in the middle of a small kitchen, standing over a small counter, with a blender, огонь extinguisher, a bag of nails, and a stack of balonga. I had a motorcycle helmet, and on фартук on.
"Herro people!" I said, waving, inside of the cycle шлем I was smiling, the glass wasnt tinted, so Ты could see my face.
"Okay, so Ты see here, a stack of balonga," I said, gesturing to the four inch high stack of bolonga. "a огонь extinguisher," gesturing to a worn out огонь extingusher I hoped still had foam in it. "a bag of nails," I said, gesturing to the nails, "and last, but really, certaintly not least... Our blender!" I annouced, motioning to the blender. The camera shifted and zoomed in on the blender. Then zoomed out, and focused back on me. I glanced at the director(again, the kind for TV, not the evil one), who was biting her nails and looking at me intensly.
"But, the Вопрос is.... Will it blend?" I asked rhetoricly. I smiled as bells rang, and different lights flashed on.
"Cue stunt double!" Someone in the background shouted. Fang, who was wearing the same motorcycle helmet, the glass tinted so his face didnt show, and the same red apron, walked out from behind the kitchen, which was really just a background curtain.
"Good luck." I muttered, passing him and walking behind the curtain.
"Will it blend?" Fang asked rhetoricly, shoving he bolonga into the blender, then the nails. He put the lid on, and hesitated to push the button that stated "BLEND". He pushed it, and the blender made a terrible noise, then burst into flames. Eye widened under the helmet, Fang grabbed the огонь extinguisher nozzle, then blew foam all over the blender, kicking the plug out of the nearby outlet. огонь alarms blazed, sprinklers turned on, people groaned.I giggled behind the cutain.
"Cut!" Someone yelled. Bells rang, Fang took off the helmet.
"Your free to go." The director muttered, rubbing her temples. Fang ran his fingers through his hair, and marched himselfthrough the curtain, grabbing my hand, and marching me out the building.
"Im never, ever, doing that again." Fang muttered.
*Giggle* By now Writer, Ты see I сказал(-а) sorry to grab your attention.
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