Topic: Swan Song - Rhy'Din Premiere

Mataya

Date: 2014-01-10 07:36 EST
As night falls on the city of Rhy'Din on January 10th, 2014, the Shanachie Theater is lit up in sparkling brilliance to welcome the universal premiere of a new film. Swan Song, the Golden Globe and BAFTA nominated dark horse of the year, is a collaboration between noted screenplay writer Edward Prentiss and director Stephen McCabe. Released over the same weekend on Earth and in Rhy'Din, it is notable for the outstanding performances of its stars, both well known names on Rhy'Din itself.

Following a diagnosis of terminal cancer, highly successful but arrogant lawyer Joseph James (Jonathan Granger) tries to muscle back in on his former fiancee, Daisy Lloyd's (Mataya De Luca) life, wanting to prove to himself he can win her back before he runs out of time. Though she has already moved on with her life, Daisy is drawn to Joseph despite his unpleasantness, and only when he crosses an indefinable line, does she turn her back on him for good. A story of love and friendship won and lost, and the lessons learned when time finally runs out, Swan Song is the startling success story of the awards' race, expected to be among the nominated when the Oscars hopefuls are announced on 16th January.

It has been some time since Mataya De Luca appeared on our screens, and critics have offered some rave reviews of her unexpectedly powerful performance, which has earned her a Best Actress nomination in the Golden Globes. Likewise, Jonathan Granger, long recognized for his talent and technique, has finally been recognized by his peers for his work on Swan Song, garnering not simply a nomination in the Globes, but also a BAFTA nomination for his moving portrayal of a man at the end of his life, finally learning the lesson that money truly does not buy you happiness. The film has also earned itself a place in the running for Best Motion Picture in both sets of award nominations, and is set to repeat its success in the Oscars.

The curtain will rise at seven o'clock for the premiere of Swan Song, after which the citizens of Rhy'Din are invited to the Shanachie Theater to celebrate the movie's release with cast and crew in an after-party that is open to all.

((Please note, folks, the premiere and after-party are NOT live events, unfortunately. Anyone who would like to is welcome to add themselves to this thread, with an emphasis on no violence please. The thread will stay open for a week, closing on January 17th. Have fun!))

Mataya

Date: 2014-01-10 08:04 EST
Thank God for Rhy'Din's supply of industrial fixes when it came to subtly heating outdoor events. Without it, there was no way Mataya could have spent as long as she did on the red carpet, enjoying the cut and thrust of the press questions almost as much as she enjoyed the attention of the fans who clamored for a little of her time and attention. Dressed in a long purple gown, with a subtle gold bolero to keep off the last of the chill, she was on sparkling form, almost forgetting as she handed out her kilowatt smile and autograph that at least some of this clamor was actually for her.

Filming Swan Song seemed as though it had happened an age ago, though it had, in actual fact, only been three months or so. Such a rush job shouldn't have garnered the attention it had, and yet here she was, two days before the ceremony when the Golden Globes would be handed out, nominated for Best Actress and sharing the limelight with her best friend. Not that it was the biggest thing happening in her life, oh no - that was the baby, due in a month's time, an event she and Max were looking forward to with eager anticipation.

Most of the questions seemed to focus on either the film or the baby, both of which she was happy to gush about, always quick to add her praise of Max for being his supportive self over the past months and, indeed, always. He was here somewhere, lurking in the background except when his name was called from somewhere in the crowd, when he could step forward and savor the limelight for a while himself, all the while keeping an eye on his heavily pregnant fiancee.

Flashbulbs went off like miniature lightning strikes all around her, but still she kept on smiling, holding her ground on the red carpet until the attention was caught by Jon's arrival with his own pregnant wife. There was a photo-call right then and there, best friends standing side by side for the amusement of the crowd and the flashing cameras of the press, until Mataya seized her opportunity in the light of all the attention Jon was getting. She slipped away, into the theater, and claimed the nearest seat with a relieved groan.

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Jonathan Granger

Date: 2014-01-12 10:57 EST
For as many premieres as Jon had been a part of, he still hated them. The crowds, the flashing lights, the deluge of reporters with their never-ending questions. They were never satisfied, always wanting more.

No one knew how Jon got a little sick before every premiere. No one knew how nervous he really was as he walked the red carpet. No one but Vicki, and to a lesser extent, Mataya.

Jon was perfectly happy to let Mataya have the limelight, as good as she was at charming the crowd of reporters, but this was part of being an actor, and he had no choice but to gather his courage and do the same.

Thankfully, he had Vicki by his side to bolster his courage and remind him he wasn't alone. This movie was different from any he'd ever done before. Though he always took great pride in his work, he was especially proud of Swan Song. Whether it - or he, for that matter - received any awards was only icing on the cake.

There was only one more film in the Fifty Shades trilogy, and then Jon could focus his time and energy on his family and the theater. Though he didn't remember, it was why he'd returned to Rhy'Din, after all.

He just had to get through this night. One more premiere, one more movie, one step closer to achieving his goals.

He drew a deep breath as the limousine pulled up in front of the Shanachie Theater. He glanced at the beautiful woman beside him that was his wife, his hand tightly gripping hers. "Ready?" he asked, giving her hand a squeeze and pasting on a fake smile as the driver opened the door and the two of them stepped out to the frantic screams of adoring fans shouting his name, camera bulbs flashing, and reporters shouting questions. It was time to play the part of the consummate actor. Lights, camera, action!

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Victoria Granger

Date: 2014-01-13 16:36 EST
Vicki was never going to get used to the clamor of any publicity event, she was certain. She had thought, when she'd first attended one with Jon, that all the attention would be on him, that she would be able to blend into the background and not be noticed. How quickly she'd been disillusioned of that notion. Reporters and fans seemed almost as interested in her as they were in Jon, moreso now that they had a daughter and another child on the way.

Hand in hand with her husband, holding on tight for his peace of mind, she faced the excited crowd, answering some questions from his fans, laughingly rebuffing others that were far too personal. Honestly, did anyone really expect her to share details about their sex life on the red carpet' The reporters, however, were another kettle of fish. They all had their own agenda, and they all knew who they wanted to answer their questions.

"Vicki, when's the baby due?"

"In light of Jon's nomination in the Golden Globes on Earth, what do you think of his chances at the Oscars?"

"How's little Emily doing?"

"What are you wearing tonight, Vicki?"

Thankfully, she no longer dressed down reporters for being too personal, rebuffing those questions with a laugh and a warning look these days. With Jon answering his own bombardment of queries, she was expected to handle herself, and she did so with as much aplomb as she could manage, seasoned by now in the way of the red carpet.

They were momentarily separated by a need for Jon to pose with Mataya for the cameras, which left Vicki by Max's side, sharing a few less than polite observations about the screaming horde, as she had dubbed the press. But it was over soon enough, and she had Jon back in hand after bumping, well, bumps with Mataya, the two of them continuing at a leisurely pace toward the theater as the ushers began to collect the guests to bring them inside for the screening.

As the doors closed behind them, she turned to Jon, reaching up to kiss him affectionately. "There," she smiled fondly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" ____________ http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/wXu6rytcVG9DUOxCIL60Bg/cid/109820578/id/BMoNxvl54xG8tD-0mu7EJQ/size/c600x704.jpg

The Redneck

Date: 2014-01-16 10:38 EST
Fingers twined with those of the black haired, gold skinned Roan, Thorn sashayed through the gauntlet. Red lips wore an easy smile that nearly shouted of mischief barely contained and ripe good humor with a bawdy edge. Nearly white hair had been twisted and braided into a deceptively simple updo.

Beside her, striding along as though the carpet and pomp had been arranged for his benefit, Roan looked darkly elegant in a dark grey suit. His hair was swept back from his forehead waving slightly as it brushed between his shoulder blades. Deep and dark, liquid amber eyes took in the crowd and goings on while a smile played at full lips.

Now and then she'd stretch up just far enough to brush a whisper across the shell of his ear and draw a laugh loose to match her own; low and quiet though unrestrained. Here was a pair that enjoyed each other's company and made no bones about it. And while relatively unknown, neither of them quibbled over posing and preening or answering whatever questions might have been tossed their way.

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Jonathan Granger

Date: 2014-01-18 11:24 EST
Setting foot on the red carpet usually meant one thing and one thing only - you were a celebrity of some sort, an important person, and you were, therefore, fair game for reporters. The only problem was that none of them seemed to know who Thorn or Roan were, but when did that matter" It was assumed they must have something to do with the film, and before long, there was a thong of reporters asking them questions, just as they had to the stars who'd arrived before them.

"Are you friends of Jon's or Mataya's?"

"Who are you wearing?"

"What's your involvement with the film?"

"Who are you most looking forward to seeing tonight?"

"What do you think of Swan Song?"

And perhaps the most important question of all, "Who are you?"

The Redneck

Date: 2014-01-18 16:34 EST
Roan, smug as ever shifted a trace, a hair really, he really was there because Thorn promised rewards later. A wink sent his love's way as he threw her to the wolves and deserted the field. Just ignore the tumble of laughter.

There was mischief threading through the warmth and ready humor that sent dimples winking.

"There's a woman down in the Old Sector, she's married t' a dear friend'a mine who made this one. Been goin' to her for years, off an' on.

"Met Mataya a year an' more ago, when Riley an' David had their Monte Carlo night. This here? Comin' here is a way t' support the community an' a couple people who've been bustin' hump t' brighten an' ease what can sometimes be a very dark an' harsh place. No involvement with the film personally, jus' figured we'd come out an' have some fun.

"Most lookin' forward t' seein' all'a y'all." And there, without an ounce of patronization or sarcasm, the blonde gestured to include the press, those who'd already arrived, as well as those arriving, and those gathered on the other side of the velvet ropes. "Wouldn't be an event without y'all."

The last question though, that gave her a moment's pause before she answered. "The man who's graced me with his presence in my life is Roan Vhenguir." There was a weight there, as though there were titles being recited in the breath that followed. "Me though' I'm Thorn, an' I'm here for the party." More beneath the surface, hinted at rather than shouted, the imp's pleasure flared to life once again as she slipped off to rejoin hands with Roan and saunter off.