Topic: Rhy'Din Nights: Movie Premiere Red Carpet

Michael Donnelly

Date: 2016-02-17 17:42 EST
The following information is posted in and around the city of Rhy'Din and in local newspapers and magazines: Legendary Pictures, in conjunction with Granger-De Luca Productions and the Shanachie Theatre, are proud to present:

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Please join us for the exclusive Rhy"Din premiere presentation of Rhy'Din Nights, based on the novel by renowned author Michael Donnelly. When: Sunday, March 13, 2016 Where: The Shanachie Theater

For ticket reservations, contact the Shanachie Theater Box Office. Members of the press should contact Solomon Spencer.

TICKETS ARE LIMITED AND ONLY AVAILABLE ON A FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED BASIS.

Press Call Time: 5:30 PM RST Arrivals: 6:30 PM RST Screening: 7:30 PM RST After Party: 10:00 PM RST

((OOC Note: This is a board only event. This thread will stay open until the 14th - the day after the premiere - for everyone's posting pleasure. The After Party thread is open for anyone to post in - we would prefer that only cast, crew, and those intimately affiliated with them post here. If anyone has any questions, drop me or Mataya's player a PM. :smile:))

Mataya

Date: 2016-03-03 08:37 EST
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The time had come. The Shanachie Theater lit up like so many well-behaved fireworks in celebration of the premiere of Rhy'Din Nights. The red carpet was lined with fans, all eager to catch a glimpse of all these home-grown stars and their companions as they made their way along the carpet itself, photographed and interviewed until finally reaching the sanctuary of the theater.

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Mataya

Date: 2016-03-03 09:25 EST
The hustle and bustle of the red carpet had always been a source of delight for Mataya De Luca. She was supposed to have waited until more of the invited guests and ticket holders had arrived before making her appearance on the red carpet herself, but after a full day overseeing the arrangements, she was just too excited to wait. After all, she knew Max would find her out there when he arrived - he loved the spotlight and glamour of events like this as much as she did.

As always, she began with the far end of the carpet, where fans waited hopefully to get posters and autograph books signed, to take pictures of their own, and just generally have an experience. She loved this end of the red carpet - the reactions were so genuine. If they liked you, they went wild; if they didn't, they ignored you. There was no dissembling here. And, of course, since she had arrived earlier than she was supposed to, she got to take her time with them, flashing that kilowatt De Luca smile for all it was worth.

On to the press pit ....or rather, gauntlet. The line of interested parties seemed bigger than at the last premiere, but that could possibly be because she had made a point of inviting every single Rhy'Din journalistic enterprise to this shindig, whether they were a major TV channel or a little one person blogger. And of course, between the flashing of bulbs and the clamor of voices, she had a few questions to answer.

"Mataya! You look gorgeous, who are you wearing tonight?"

Trying hard not to roll her eyes, Mataya chuckled. "Really' I've worn this before, is that really all you want to ask me?"

The reporter in question blushed, but laughed with her. "Sorry, force of habit."

"No worries ....C'mon, hit me with your best shot."

She posed for a moment while the young reporter got her head together, and then moved into the range of the microphone.

"So, Ms. De Luca ....you and Jonathan Granger have collaborated on a couple of projects in the last few years," she offered, sounding a little more in control of her own interview now. "Does this mark a decisive shift away from acting for you, in the wake of your Oscar win in 2014?"

Pleased with the question, 'Taya's big smile came out to play once again. "You know, I actually started making that move ....wow, five or six years ago, when I left New York and came to Rhy'Din," she spoke into the microphone, aware of other mics crowding in for the answer as well. "Swan Song was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I couldn't let go, but by that point, Jon and I had already produced Getting Over Alyson and got it out there for people to enjoy. I guess you could say we caught the bug from that - when Rhy'Din Nights crossed my desk, there was no way we weren't going to throw ourselves behind it. Like I always say ....you can't make a bad movie with a great script, and this was a great script. So long as I have the ability to make movies like this one, I'll keep doing it."

She knew there was more than enough in that answer for however many soundbites they wanted at this end of the pit, taking her leave of them as she made her way down to the bloggers' end, where the questions were more fan-based and infinitely harder to answer, but a lot more fun to play with. By the time she was done, more familiar faces had begun to arrive, and she felt she had earned the reprieve that came with Max's reassuring presence on her arm. It was time to sample her open bar.

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King

Date: 2016-03-04 00:04 EST
When you got it, you flaunt it. Gold and black made the theme tonight; with a little special appearance of diamonds when it came to her watch. Terry walked with a strut and did her best to work the red carpet like she had done it before. She missed her chance with Getting Over Alyson, and her other film went direct to video without much fanfare; so - all and all - this had been a new experience.

Hypnotized in the glitz and glamour of flashing lights, she looked a little caught off guard when a mic when she heard her name yelled out by a nearby reporter. "Terry! Terry! A few questions!"

Well. Why not' She sent a wave to a nearby fan before stepping closer to the reporter. A small dip of her head followed so she could hear the question better. "You're well known on the dueling scene - what was it like, juggling your day job and interests with the irregular hours of shooting a movie""

She only needed to think of her answer for a few seconds, and even then she laughed while doing so. "It was rough. The Iron Fist League was goin' on during shooting, but I'm happy to say I did more damage than receivin'...and thankfully the finals were only days after my final scene was shot. Jugglin' gym and shooting was easy, but coverin' up bruises is completely different; so I gotta' give a shout out to the makeup crew who worked miracles on me."

"What's the most meaningful thing you have ever done"" Another question asked, this time from a woman who muscled her way past a few others.

The answer was simple. "Startin' the Old Market women's shelter."

What came after were other questions, but Terry had already been given the cue to continue down the carpet. She offered a few apologizes and a couple `Maybe next time!`'s before continuing on her way into the theater.

A loud "TERRY I LOVE YOU!!" came from behind the mob of press. Terry yelled back, "I LOVE YOU TOO~!"

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Consonance

Date: 2016-03-04 01:42 EST
Casually mussed was his getup, a perpetual standard for the mop-topped Aussie. He could strut with the best of them, running stag on the night so that he could save his best smiles for the cameras. Despite being only a supporting character in the movie, he still had his fair share of calls from beyond the wall of flashing lights.

"Asher! Asher Price! What are you wearing?" A disembodied voice hollered.

"Well clothes of course." He called out with a cheeky grin, sauntering over to try and get out of the wide sweeping glare of the repeated camera flashes. When he could actually make out the shapes of individual reporters, his grin grew further. "Well look'it you all, bunch of dapper ladies an' gents yourselves."

The collective and obligatory laugh faded into a slew of questions and he ping-ponged between them as best as he could.

"So, tell us....Rhy'Din Nights is a fictional love story based on a real-life romance - was it intimidating, knowing that the inspiration for all the characters were so intimately involved in the making of this movie?" A record was offered his way and Asher gave a contemplative cluck of his tongue against his teeth.

"Yes an' no, y'know" To a point you've gotta make sure you're stayin' true t'tha story an' the fans, which is a li'l daunting, I'm not goin' ta lie. But at the same time, you've got this amazin' opportunity to bring life to someone's vision. I'm honoured t've been a part of it." Earnest in his honest, he shrugged through a diffident smile and looked to see who else might have a question. That was par for the course for these things, right"

"Who's your date tonight' Any lucky ladies or gentlemen here with you this evening?" It came from further down the line so Asher sidestepped to get a little closer.

"Wot, me" Nah. Me, m'self, an' I this evening, though if she were closer, I'd be that guy that brought his mum. Hi mum!" He waved at a nearby camera and moved along with thoughts of answering one last question.

"Asher! What is the best piece of advice anyone has ever given you?"

"Ah, if I shared that, it wouldn't feel nearly as special. So make somethin' up fer me an' make it profound, yea?" With one last wink for the gathered paparazzi, Asher tucked his hands into his pockets and continued on his way.



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Cataclysmic

Date: 2016-03-04 10:18 EST
Belle showed up in the mix of her fellow supporting actors, Terry and Asher making working the carpet look easy and nonchalant. But she had the silent support from Oz and a warm hand in hers to gently squeeze before managing a brave face before the constant flashing cameras and reporters thrusting microphones in her face.

In typical Belle fashion, she started off almost shy before her mouth started running off cheeky comments that may or may not need to be edited or bleeped due to language. In true form, she both blushed her embarrassment and laughed it off as she moved along the carpet.

At times it was difficult to tell just who had asked the question, but she did her best to at least answer it in the direction she had heard it come from.

"Belle! Belle! Rumor has it that the Ware characters are based on the De Luca family. Did you know that going in and how did it affect the way you portrayed Cynthia?" One reporter questioned her.

"I gotta confess I was pretty clueless about it going in, but along the way I pieced together the possibility." Belle knocked on her temple then. "Not just a hat rack my friend." Laughing at her own joke, she continued on. "But no really, Cynthia is a family driven, strong and supportive woman who can go Momma Bear on people. At least, that's how I see her. I did my best to portray that on film, which well," chuckling again. "Isn't too hard for me I think, kinda taps into my own personality some."

Further down the carpet another question sprung forth that was more difficult for her to sling out a quick response, "If there was one dream role you could play, what would it be, and why?"

"Oh **** that's a good one." Her palm slammed against her mouth as her eyes inched wide and she smothered a laugh. "Sorry! Ah, I mean this was my first role so I'm sure there's probably other characters that would be better suited for me, but you know " go big or go home, right' I'd love to play Mimi M"rquez in the musical Rent, it's a long time favorite of mine. She's strong and still fragile, clutching her secrets close. You can bet if Shanachie Theater decides to do that in the future, I'll be one of the first ones at auditions. For now though, I'm just super grateful to have been a part of this project." Winking at the end of her answer, she was soon pulled along the red carpet for more pictures and then waving over excitedly to Terry and Asher in hopes of catching up with them at the bar before going to their seats.

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Annabeth Caldwell

Date: 2016-03-05 02:39 EST
Annabeth and Kruger made their way down the red carpet her arm hooked neatly in the crook of his elbow. She wore a stylish but simple teal pants suit, not a lot of jewelry other than a pearl necklace and matching tear-drop earrings. She wouldn't divulge that they were bought off the rack at a major retail store unless someone asked.

When they hit the press section the questions started coming. Relieved she had a voice again to answer them, she smiled brightly even though this was the part of her career she despised.

"Annabeth, with all the upheaval at the beginning of filming, how did that affect your portrayal of Jacqueline?"

She was ready for that question, "Honestly, it just made me more determined to do Michael's character justice. He created quite a character in Jacqueline, and I wanted to do my part to bring that out in the film. And to make Yasmin shine of course. Not that she needs any help, she's a wonderful actress."

Then another reporter grabbed her attention, "Annabeth, you're making quite a name for yourself at the Shanachie - will you be remaining at the theater, or is this your cue to get out of there and snatch a little of that Hollywood movie-star shine for yourself?"

She chuckled softly before she answered, "I truly enjoy working in pictures, but the theater always has been my first love. I'll be staying with the Shanachie as long as Mataya and Ludo will have me. However, I wouldn't turn down a movie if the right script came along, but they'd have to be willing to work with my schedule."

"Speaking of theater, what?s coming up for you, next' Another meaty role like Eliza Dolittle?" This time the reporter was a local. In fact, Annabeth seemed to recall seeing him a few times around the theater, and the movie studio. Surely he knew that Tempest was opening tomorrow.

"Tomorrow, I'll start my run as Miranda in Shakespeare's "The Tempest." I hope some of you will be able to make it." She figured plugs for the theater never hurt.

At that point another reporter broke in. "Annabeth, is it true that Frederick Lee, the initial director, told you to lose thirty pounds or he'd find another Jacqueline?"

"What Mr. Lee might have said or not, really isn't important at this point is it' I really think we should just enjoy the movie so many of us have worked hard to create."

That seemed to silence more than a few mouths, and so Kruger and Annabeth made their way down to let the next group come forward. As they hit the blog area, though a voice called out. "Kruger and Annabeth, the ship has sailed!" She gave Kruger a shy smile through slightly pink tinged cheeks and they headed into the theater.

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Animated, that was probably the most apt description of Kruger as the line ahead of them crawled along. Red Carpet galas was not something he was used to. For him the entertainment business was constantly in a flurry of motion. Quick changes at the theater, and high adrenaline live fights in the arenas, these were all he had in his limited experience. He began to understand something about movies, they take a long time to shoot, and edit. Then there's adding the score. The process was very much like the line to the theater's door. There were plenty of people waiting, and never let it be said that Kruger didn't know how to entertain a crowd. If anyone were watching, but not close enough to hear the words coming out, it might seem a little crazy, as he gestured and talked with his hands telling the tallest of tales. To the casual observer, it may have seemed that he was trying to regale those around him. Those who saw with keener vision would catch his half smiles as he turned ever so slightly to check Annabeth's reactions. To them it was clear that Kruger's antics were meant specifically to keep her amused. It was true, he'd been nothing but silliness since they'd stepped inside the velvet rope that marked the line. Annabeth however would notice that he was actually uncomfortable. That had everything to do with the suit he was wearing. The charcoal grey Armani knockoff with the teal handkerchief and tie was not the way he would have dressed under normal circumstances. He could tell that she appreciated it. She hadn't said anything about it, but Kruger could sense it in each light touch, or the wistful smile that she found between laughs. That was how their slow progress went. Celebrities on both sides of them all had genuine broad smiles. Some probably thought him every bit the idiot he was acting, but that didn't stop them from laughing right along with him. When they reached the press area, Kruger went silent. This part was meant for her, and he'd let her have the glory that she deserved for her part in the film. He was the gentleman's gentleman. Keeping close enough that their arms never separated, but he'd found a way to be half a step behind her so that all the attention was on her. He whispered small comments to her, applauding her answers. If it even seemed like a reporter had a question for him he acted like he couldn't see or hear them. Except for the grin, that was ever present, and would only grow wider as the voice called out behind them about the ship setting sail. It was all he could do not to turn around and let out a YAR! Like a pirate. Just before the door closed behind them, his arm moved around behind her.

Michael Donnelly

Date: 2016-03-05 19:50 EST
Somewhere in the collection of celebrities walking the red carpet, home-grown and otherwise, the writer and his wife made as understated an appearance as they could manage, hand in hand. The fans were easy enough to navigate - enough of them knew who Michael was, or could guess, to keep both he and Elena busy signing autographs and taking pictures. It was the press gauntlet that was proving to be the most intimidating part of this experience.

As security nodded to them to keep moving, Elena reclaimed Michael's hand with a smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "It's only a few yards to the doors and out of their reach," she promised him. "You're doing great, Mischa."

The day had started off badly. Michael's nerves had been so bad he'd spent most of his morning worshiping the porcelain god. He hadn't craved a drink this much since the Nicoletti trial, but somehow he'd managed to fight the urge; and despite a bad case of nerves, Elena had convinced him that the red carpet was not something he could avoid.

He wasn't really surprised by the number of fans in attendance. After all, they'd come out to catch a glimpse of their favorite stars. What did surprise him was the number of them who seemed to know who he was, and not just because he was Elena De Luca's husband. But the press was another matter.

"What do you think they're going to ask us?" he whispered back, doing a fair job of keeping his nerves under control, even as he flashed a strained smile to a photographer.

"They're kinda petty," she warned him, curling her arm about his waist to pose for the first bank of photographers. "They might be trying to find a fight where there isn't one, or they might just want to know which designer we're wearing. Someone might mention alcohol, but you don't have to answer any question if you don't want to, okay?"

"Okay," Michael replied, taking a deep breath before running the gauntlet of reporters, almost hoping they were more interested in Elena than him, though none of this would have been possible if not for his novel. "Which designer am I wearing?" he whispered, sotto voce back at her.

"Miranda," she whispered back to him, squeezing her arm about his waist reassuringly. She had done these things many times; she wasn't about to let him fall now. With Mataya's advice ringing in her ears, she drew him past the Rhy'Din Tonight reporter without making eye-contact, moving toward the print journalists who were yelling for them.

"Oh, right," he muttered, wondering how he could have forgotten that. Sorry, Ralph Lauren. Maybe next time. He let her lead the way, trusting her experience, but mindful of the baby bump she was sporting in case any of the paparazzi got a little too aggressive. He was a little surprised to find them not only shouting her name, but his, as well. "Here goes nothing," he muttered, mostly to himself.

"Elena! Who's the father?"

Ordinarily, Elena might have just walked straight past that, but tonight' She halted, her eyes narrowing as she turned to look at the reporter who seemed to have thought his question would be lost in the clamor. There was no De Luca smile to soften the blow, either.

"Okay ....Just because I'm here and you're there doesn't mean you get to insult me or my husband to try and get a good sound bite or a juicy made up piece of crap for your know-nothing publication," she informed the man, who might have backed away if there had been any room to. "For those of you who don't know this by now" This is Michael Donnelly. He is an amazing writer, an incredible script-writer, and the genius behind Rhy'Din Nights. He is also my husband, and the father of my child. And I swear to God, the next person who tries to belittle him or me, or insults us, is going to have to explain to this whole line up here why no one got any sound bites from us. Got it?"

There was nothing Michael could add to his wife's dressing down of the press that she hadn't said already, and not for the first or probably the last time, he wondered which of them wore the pants in the family. Once she was finished, he cleared his throat, blushing a little at the praise, well-deserved or not.

"Our time on the red carpet is limited, so I suggest you not waste it with irrelevant questions," he added a warning of his own. A young woman in the back raised her hand, and Michael gave her a nod, ignoring the more aggressive reporters who were clamoring mostly for Elena's attention.

"Julia Davis from The Rhy'Din Star here. Ms. De Luca ....or I suppose I should call you Mrs. Donnelly ....Can you tell us how you feel about Yasmin reprising the role of Roxanne" Did you have any input there?"

Satisfied that she had said her piece, Elena turned her attention to the woman Michael had picked out. "Oh, I'm very happy to be called Mrs. Donnelly," she laughed, resuming her place at Michael's side. "Is there a particular way I should feel" I mean, Roxanne was my first big movie role, and I was very lucky to play her. But Yasmin has done an incredible job - she's found parts of the character that would never have occurred to me. As for input, I don't think I had so much - we talked, but the role belongs to her now. And I am really looking forward to seeing how much Roxanne has grown with Yasmin guiding her."

Grinning, she gently nudged Michael further along the line, pausing when a young man in a pink tartan suit caught her eye.

"Mr. Donnelly' Mr. Donnelly, what was the greatest challenge about setting your sequel in Rhy'Din?"

Michael seemed perfectly happy to let his wife take the limelight, preferring to remain in the background, but today was not the day for shyness, as evidenced by the young man's question, which was a very relevant one. "The greatest challenge?" he echoed, pausing to consider that a moment. "Getting it right. I mean, Rhy'Din is a unique place with a very eclectic mix of people from all across the multiverse. I'm not sure if it comes across in the movie so much as the book, but that was something I didn't want to ignore."

"And is the story based on real events?" an opportunistic beard wearing a top hat interjected hopefully, waving a microphone in their general direction. "We've been hearing a lot of rumors about the characters in particular being based on real people. Do you often bring reality into fiction that way?"

"Some of it is based on real events, yes, but not all of it. I would say it's semi-biographical in a way the first novel was not. The first book was about boy meets girl. The second book is about what happens when boy loses girl and gets a second chance to win her back. In order to really understand your characters, I think you have to walk in their shoes a little. Write what you know is the best advice I can give a new writer." He wasn't sure if that answered the man's question, but that was as much of an answer as he was going to get.

"Elena!" an older woman waved from somewhere in the crowd. "When's the baby due, and is it a boy or a girl?"

As Michael's answer was scribbled down and noted on dictaphones in the crush before them, Elena was distracted by the call of her own name from somewhere in that group. The question made her smile, her hand gently rubbing the crown of her bump. "In May," she told the gathered reporters. "And we don't know yet; we're letting it be a surprise."

"Are you ever going to act again, Elena?" another voice called, and she laughed, shaking her head.

"No, I'm not an actor anymore," she revealed publicly for the first time. "But keep your eyes peeled for a cookery book sometime in the summer - aimed at pregnant families who need to be a little more careful with what they eat to keep that dreaded morning sickness from getting out of hand."

There was more scribbling, as the security guards edged closer, their time on the red carpet quickly drawing to a close. "One more question," Michael warned, not wanting to hold anyone up. He knew there were still plenty of people who needed to walk the carpet before the premiere got started. He pointed to a random face in the crowd, one that looked halfway friendly and harmless.

"Can you give us a hint about what you're working on for your next novel, Michael?"

He couldn't help but chuckle a little at the question, blue eyes dancing with a little humor of his own. "I can't tell you too much about it yet, but I can promise it will be much different from the first two. I won't promise never to visit Ryan and Roxanne again, but the next book will not be another sequel."

"It'll be awesome, though," Elena added, only too happy to praise her husband to the skies and be seen and heard doing it.

Michael laughed again. "She's my biggest fan!" he told the reporters, and the same could obviously be said for him. Hand in hand, they made their way past the throng, who quickly snapped a few pictures before turning their attention to whoever was next in line.

Elena grinned at him, giving the photographers one last photo opportunity before they headed toward the steps and out of sight. "There now. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Thank God that's over!" he said, breathing a sigh of relief once they were out of sight, before turning to touch a quick kiss to her lips. "You're my hero."

Laughing, she hugged him fondly. "The worst is over, baby," she promised, looking around at the various faces, familiar and otherwise, that had already made it into the theater. "What do you say we go and chug a few virgin cocktails before 'Taya realizes we're here?"

"Sounds like a plan," he replied, relieved the hard part was over. Now, they could relax and enjoy the rest of their evening, joined by family and friends who wished them nothing but happiness. If they could survive the gauntlet, they could survive anything.

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Rhiannon Brock

Date: 2016-03-08 00:54 EST
The classic red roadster arrived with the leading man at the wheel. He offered a hand to his single passenger to help her out of the car. A quick kiss was exchanged before Rhiannon took her husband's arm and they headed down the red carpet. A question or two had been tossed her way, but unless it was about the film or their family, Rhi redirected the press to Eregor. This was Gory's night to shine and she was clearly proud to be there to share it.

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Tempus Fugit

Date: 2016-03-08 01:06 EST
All the lights, all the pageantry; the cameras and the microphones; all the hustle and the bustle of the entire thing was enough to make the temporally elastic, time traveling recluse feel like he'd died and gone straight to hell. Not for the first time, he found relief by means of the fact he was a veritable 'who's that"' of the industry.

At least until now.

It looked as though his life of vagrancy and janitorial services were at an end, enviable as they were, 'Which,' he supposed, 'is what I get for mentioning I need more hours when taking out the trash of a DJ who's body's as elastic as my age.' Speaking of Yas, where was the little spotlight magnet when you needed her anyways"

After a short time that seemed like an eternity, his jaw unclenched from the most unnatural of smiles, and he began to think he'd just be cruising on in with a couple quick shots, no questions - then he noticed someone saying his name, trying to get his attention. At first, he didn't react; the notion of someone saying his name in a time or place like this struck him as patently absurd.

"What's that now?" his eyebrows raised as he tried to make out what someone was asking him, leaning towards the person, "How did I...?"

"What preparation did you do to find Christopher's voice and mannerisms?" came the question again, louder this time, and now more people were looking at him, waiting with curiosity for him to answer.

"Oh, Jesus, you must hate me" he said in an altogether too cheery tone, a beaming smile on his face.

"What??" another of the reporters blurted.

"I was talking to my man, Jesus, behind you? he tried to steer back on course, using the Spanish pronunciation of the name. "Seriously though, working in a role like this, that has all these connections to the writers real life - there's a fine line as an actor between wanting to be true to the character without invading their 'creators' personal life anymore than we already are, and wanting to make the role your own, um," he collected his thoughts for a moment, he wanted to make sure to word this right, "a lot of my preparation for it really came from reading the material beforehand. I'm a huge proponent - and I know its awful to say this at an opening - but I'm really a fan of reading the books first, I think its too easy to just not do it at all if you watch the movie or show first. At least that's how it is for me, but I always want to see the show after I've read. Of course there's also the inevitable bleed through, that certain something that belongs solely to the performer; luckily for me it was great to work with Michael Donnelly and Jonathan Granger, obviously there was a great direction and advice there to make sure I reigned in my own contribution, to make it work right for the others who - really - were doing a lot more of the heavy lifting-"

He 'finished' answering the question, leaving the person who'd asked it slightly stunned by the unusually loquacious answer from the normally hard to find let alone interview, fellow. He was trying to listen to something someone else was asking him now.

"Do you think the decision to set and film the movie in Rhy'Din and still release it on Earth will have any lasting effect on the way Rhy'Din Nights will be perceived by the public?" the woman asked, as Brend intentionally drew her out to ask twice - he was a sucker for dark hair and smoky eyes.

"Ah," he paused in answering and nodded slowly, "That depends on what you mean by public, I guess" The public of RhyDin, I mean to them I don't think it would matter at all; we get Earth content here all the time, so RhyDin receiving RhyDin content would be actually a little more novel, we don't get enough Nexus produced content in my opinion, but I digress. On 'Earth', though' I mean, that's assuming we're all talking about the same 'Earth' here; are we talking about the least banal of the most banal possible earths" If so, then I think there's potential for its perception to be changed, sure. I mean, really what we're looking at here is a story with love, loss, hope - these are all kind of universalities, and I think it's good that Earth has prodigious access to material that enforces the notion that these things are a common element among different people. They seem to be going through multiple mini-renaissances - can that even be a word" - and I think something like RhyDin Nights fits in so well, because it has all these fantastic elements, but at its core are those universalities."

And then he was done.

"To that end, I think a piece like this that paints on a canvas as big as it does - RhyDin - but has a solid story, grounded in realistic characters that people can identify with on such a visceral level, has a great chance to become a classic; probably the type that people spend lifetimes on forums discussing, hypothesizing, and insulting one another over" he laughed softly to himself, that last bit more mockery of how intensely fans of art seemed to insist on art sometimes having meaning that its creator didn't intend.

Ok. Now he was done; someone else started to ask him a question but he shut them down.

"Sorry, I've really got to talk to some people," he smiled, almost warmly now. "No, nothing else; there are so many other people here that deserve the attention more than I do, go give it to them. I just consider myself lucky that they've let me 'ridealong' as it were - they're a great group of people, I hope to do a lot more with them in the future."

He looked up the carpet and waved to someone....well, maybe no one. He was just done with the questions for now, not because they were bothering him at all but because they weren't. That was what struck him as humorous about the moment and about acting in general; the moments before going onstage seemed to be filled with almost monumental terror....but once you're out there, everything just seems to fall into place, and you become the character - the person the audience expects to see. Then you can just blend in with the rest of the scene.

Of course, it helped that he looked damn good in a sharp blue suit. He always like suits, just never got around to wearing them that often.

What are you still doing here? Read the posts after this one, and move to the after party - make sure you check back until this thread closes though, there's no telling what could happen on the red carpet.

Seriously.

If you're going to stick around - make yourself useful by finding some paparazzi shots of Mataya and Yasmin in some kind of compromising position. And don't give me that look, you know you've considered it too.

Yasmin

Date: 2016-03-10 08:14 EST
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Though Yasmin's black limousine may have seemed a rather typical entrance for the Diva, the accessory she paired with her lace inspired black and white long sleeve dress was anything but ordinary. Smiling, Yas made her way down the Red Carpet, a live albino python draped around her neck and shoulders.

"Yas! Yas!" One overeager interviewer barked out instinctually, "Who are you wearing?"

"I think they said his name is Teddy," she replied simply, referring to the reptile who was now wrapping his tail around her forearm.

The interviewer looked at her oddly for a moment while another stepped up and asked seriously, "What was the greatest challenge in finding Roxanne's character?"

Yas answered candidly, "Her character isn't hard to find at all. She's in every copy of his books." Teddy cut her off as he hovered around her face. She snapped out and gave him a little kiss. The photographers went crazy.

The interviewer, meanwhile, was hell-bent on getting a straight answer out of her. "How does shooting a film compare with your other work on stage and radio?"

"Better food service," the WHAM! 101.1FM DJ replied without missing a beat. "Comparing working on "Rhy"Din Nights" with "Getting Over Alyson", which experience do you believe taught you more about the industry as a whole?" he pressed.

She paused a moment, thinking honestly. "I think I learned a bit more from "Nights" only because we seemed to really come together as a cast and crew. I like to think that's what it's all about."

Happy to finally get a serious answer, he followed up with, "How do you think the film industry could be improved?"

Her exaggerated smile came through again as she answered, "More me, of course!? Before any other questions could be hurled her way, she scampered off with Teddy in tow, bouncing and bobbing around trying to interject her own answers to the questions posed for the her co-workers and stealing photobomb opportunities when she could. Though she kept Teddy with her for quite awhile, she eventually handed him off to a WHAM! 101.1FM intern before she went in for the movie showing.

((OOC: Photos of the lovely Sarah Harding.))

Eregor

Date: 2016-03-10 23:48 EST
After several minutes' worth of photos, Eregor gently squeezed Rhi's hand for reassurance as they made their way into that beastly throng known as the press. The name was well-chosen, he mused, what with microphones and cameras pressing in from all sides.

"Eregor, how did filming on Rhy'Din Nights compare with other projects you have worked on""

He wasn't expecting an actual decent question right off the bat....but it was the Rhy'Din Post, so that was something. "Well, once we were past some initial hurdles, it was probably the closest-knit production in which I've participated. On the surface you'd expect that, given the connections of family and friendship between writer, producer, director....but it was truly inclusive, everyone was in it together and I think that'll show through when you see the film tonight."

Another voice caught his ear. "You mentioned early hurdles, and there were rumors of a cast insurrection in Variety. Did you have any clashes with Jon Granger""

"No, actually, we're just good friends."

A microphone from one of the local glitz-fests thrust forward at him. "How did you find the character of Ryan"

Eregor kept a completely straight face as he replied, "Turned left at Greenland."

While the glitterati was left speechless, another reported stepped up. "Julia Davis from the Rhy'Din Star. Mr. T"r Gaird"n, if you could take any one aspect of your character, Ryan, and make it your own, what would it be?"

"Hmmmmm, that's a tough one. I would say, his focus....even at the lowest, at the abyssal edge, something kept him going, though he himself likely couldn't have told you what it was." Eregor paused a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I've lived a very long time, and I've lost friends, lost love....and I've moved on, but Ryan' He seized the chance to get back the woman he lost, and not without a scratch either. That's what I'd take away." Beside him, Rhi's arm pulled him close, and he turned to kiss her, igniting a flurry of flashbulbs before their lips parted.

Ms. Davis looked on with approval and a bit of awe. "Wow, you two really love each other."

Gory looked back and flashed a grin. "No, actually, we're just good friends." Swatting him playfully, Rhi muttered "brat!" under her breath with a smile that belied his flippant comment.

A gentleman with evident traces of elf blood stepped up. "Orin Smythe, blogging for RhydinReels. What is the single most fulfilling part of your life, and why?"

"My family, no question about it. On the stage, on film and television, I can entertain countless people, bring them joy and with luck even a bit of inspiration....and with my work as a teacher, at the Academy, I can help bring minds young and old to a better understanding of nature. Yet all of that pales in comparison to the warmth, the contentment, the completion I feel in my hearts when I'm with my family." He nodded to the blogger, who returned it with a smile.

The questions continued as Eregor and Rhi made their way up the Red Carpet and into the Shanachie to take their seats for the film.

((With apologies to the Beatles))

Jonathan Granger

Date: 2016-03-13 12:52 EST
Among the last to arrival at the theater, Jon and Vicki made their way past the throng of fans shouting their names, graciously pausing to sign autographs and pose for a few photos. There was a time when he would have been terrified walking the red carpet, but he'd done it so many times now, he'd mostly gotten used to it - or as used to it as anyone could get. The truth was that with Vicki beside him, Jon felt as though he could do almost anything, and he'd proved it on occasion.

Urged along by security, he paused a moment to gather his courage before the pair continued on toward the press, who were already flashing cameras and shouting questions at their approach. There had been a time when no one in Rhy'Din but his family and friends would have known his name or recognized his face, but that time has long since passed. This was what his mother had always wanted for her son; this was what she had always believed him capable of accomplishing.

"Jon! Vicki! Who are you wearing tonight?"

Jon laughed at the question, as predictable as it was. Why the press cared so much about what designer everyone was wearing he had never understood, though he understood how important it might be to the designers.

"My husband." Vicki squeezed Jon affectionately, grinning. "Oh, you mean the dress. It's from L'Agence, on Earth. You've probably never heard of it - it's kind of upmarket highstreet. Wore it on our first date, too."

Jon chuckled, remembering that first date fondly. They'd gone to the ballet to see Dracula and had left before it was even half over, unable to keep their hands off each other. It had been over four years since then, and here they were, still going strong.

"I'm wearing Armani," he told them simply, knowing that would be the easiest question he would answer all night. Now, it was time for the real questions.

A man near the front Jon recognized as being from the Rhy'Din Broadcasting Network was the first to thrust a microphone toward the couple. "Jon, this is your directorial debut. Was it everything you hoped it would be?"

Jon considered the question a moment before answering. He and Vicki had rehearsed just about every question they could possibly think of before coming here, but there were always a few questions that caused him some hesitation. "To be honest, I didn't really have much time for any big expectations before agreeing to this project. I've been considering directing for a while, so when the opportunity arose, I accepted. Since it's the first film I've ever directed, I really have nothing to compare it to, but I have to say that the cast and crew were superb. They really cared about this project and gave it their all, which made my job pretty easy."

"Will you be doing more directing in the future?"

"It's possible, if the right project was to come along," Jon replied. "But for now, I'm happy to focus on the theater. There are only so many hours in a day, you know," he added with a chuckle.

Another reporter jumped in with a question. "Balancing the stage, your home life, your charitable works, and now directing motion pictures must be tough. How do you keep it all up in the air?"

"I've got a Time Turner device," Jon replied with a teasing gleam in his eyes, before turning serious. "I can't take all the credit. I have a lot of help, but it's mostly a matter of prioritizing. My family will always come first, no matter what. Thankfully, the theater allows me time in between productions for side projects, and it doesn't hurt that I have the best P.A. in Rhy'Din!"

"Will you be submitting Rhy'Din Nights to the Academy next year?" asked a woman wearing a badge that proclaimed she worked for the Rhy'Din Herald.

"That hasn't really been decided yet, but it's not out of the question. This cast and crew certainly deserve some recognition, but we'll have to see how the film is received by the public," Jon replied vaguely. He and Mataya had discussed the possibility, but Hollywood had a short memory span, and there was no telling what kind of competition they might be up against.

"Jon!" another reporter called from somewhere at the back of the pack. "Are you looking forward to being the best man at your cousin's wedding?"

Jon laughed. "I'm not sure how you know that, but, yes, I am! And for the record, I'm very happy for them both."

"Vicki, are you and Jon hoping to have another child?"

Vicki glanced at Jon, her smile widening to a grin once again. "Watch this space," was all she said in answer, gesturing to her midriff mischievously.

Jon smiled, giving his wife's arm an affectionate squeeze at her answer. He had often teased her that they'd end up with half a dozen children before they were through. The more the merrier in his mind, but so long as they were happy and healthy, that was all that really mattered.

"One last question," he warned, sensing it was time to move things along, before security got too nervous.

"What's next for Jonathan Granger?"

"Next?" Jon echoed thoughtfully, considering whether to give them a humorous or serious reply, but he thought his fans, at least, deserved a straight answer. "Next, I'm playing Prospero in The Tempest. That starts tomorrow actually, right here at the Shanachie. After that, who knows" Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a movie to watch."

And with that said, he touched a kiss to Vicki's cheek, giving the reporters a moment to flash a few photos before leading her past the throng with a sigh of relief and into the theater to enjoy an evening mingling with friends old and new.

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