being mad makes his job
harder. Speak to you later
Graham
wasn’t amused by my behaviour. Apparently being a nutcase was bad for your
image, so after the three hour lecture about why I shouldn’t have done it, he
arranged for me to give an interview to a magazine and made me write up an
official apology with my PR man from England. I had to be on set for the next
eight days, which meant I had to be up at five to give the interview the next
day as it was the only time that I could fit it into my schedule. The reporter
came to the set and we sat in an office being supervised by Graham. He glared
at me if he thought I was about to say anything inappropriate. At first the
woman asked about my current projects and the film, which I happily spoke
about. I loved acting and I could easily bore anyone willing to listen. But
then she started to ask about the petrol station. If I didn’t need her to
explain my actions yesterday I would have thrown her out. Why were people so
insensitive? If something serious had happened then I would almost understand
it. A woman was still sick, and a baby still had a mother who didn’t quite
acknowledge her, how would printing about it help anyone? I can honestly say
that journalists are the one thing I consider a necessary evil. I need them to
help promote my films, which in turn promotes me to other directors and casting
agents, but apart from that I’d lock them up and throw away the key. On a good
day I’d throw them some scraps, but otherwise I’d happily let them rot. It’s
harsh but sometimes they drive me crazy.
“I’m not
going to talk about the petrol station. That matter is sensitive and private.
Next question.” I demanded very rudely. The woman seemed shocked but bounced
back quickly when she realised she only had ten minutes left in the time Graham
had allocated her.
“What about
the video circulating of you seeming, for want of a better word, mad.”
“Ryan, my
oldest friend went with me to buy a new car. I understand it was immature of us
but we decided to play a prank on the unsuspecting salesman. When I felt I was
being treated unfairly I decided to take it further. It was a joke, that’s all.
I did it once in a store in London when people first started to recognise me,
but the response wasn’t as far. I apologise for my behaviour yesterday, as does
Ryan.” That was pushing it far. Ryan loved playing these pranks with me. He
posted the video to his Facebook and was texting me the latest quotes as often
as he found them. This was his perk of putting up with the crap it cost to be
my friend.
Chapter Seven
Kaitlyn
Heading back
to the studio felt strange. It was weird knowing that people there knew of my
scars. Only Jamie, Jake and Dad knew how I got them but still more people there
knew about it than anywhere in the world. The producer told Aaron that all the
staff had to sign privacy and confidentiality agreements as part of their
contract so if word got out then it would be easier to fix. But nothing could
fix the damage it would do to me personally or my reputation. People never
treated me the same when they found out, it was as if I was going to break at
any moment. I was still shaken up even after three years, but the scars were a
lot worse than any damage inside. It’s what really gave me the confidence to
start playing my music in front of people. Originally my hope was to perform
for a living once my confidence had boosted a bit, but since the song went
viral I had the chance of a lifetime and I wasn’t going to throw it away.
Today I was
performing as Missy Jones, but I was allowed to bring Oliver and as long as the
music sounded good, and I looked the part I could change the lyrics as much as
I wanted. I was told today would be a long day so Aaron and Jake were coming
this morning and Dad was swapping with Jake later this afternoon.
TJ Smith-
Are you prepared to light the stage on fire with your music?
Me- I’m
always prepared when it comes
harder. Speak to you later
Graham
wasn’t amused by my behaviour. Apparently being a nutcase was bad for your
image, so after the three hour lecture about why I shouldn’t have done it, he
arranged for me to give an interview to a magazine and made me write up an
official apology with my PR man from England. I had to be on set for the next
eight days, which meant I had to be up at five to give the interview the next
day as it was the only time that I could fit it into my schedule. The reporter
came to the set and we sat in an office being supervised by Graham. He glared
at me if he thought I was about to say anything inappropriate. At first the
woman asked about my current projects and the film, which I happily spoke
about. I loved acting and I could easily bore anyone willing to listen. But
then she started to ask about the petrol station. If I didn’t need her to
explain my actions yesterday I would have thrown her out. Why were people so
insensitive? If something serious had happened then I would almost understand
it. A woman was still sick, and a baby still had a mother who didn’t quite
acknowledge her, how would printing about it help anyone? I can honestly say
that journalists are the one thing I consider a necessary evil. I need them to
help promote my films, which in turn promotes me to other directors and casting
agents, but apart from that I’d lock them up and throw away the key. On a good
day I’d throw them some scraps, but otherwise I’d happily let them rot. It’s
harsh but sometimes they drive me crazy.
“I’m not
going to talk about the petrol station. That matter is sensitive and private.
Next question.” I demanded very rudely. The woman seemed shocked but bounced
back quickly when she realised she only had ten minutes left in the time Graham
had allocated her.
“What about
the video circulating of you seeming, for want of a better word, mad.”
“Ryan, my
oldest friend went with me to buy a new car. I understand it was immature of us
but we decided to play a prank on the unsuspecting salesman. When I felt I was
being treated unfairly I decided to take it further. It was a joke, that’s all.
I did it once in a store in London when people first started to recognise me,
but the response wasn’t as far. I apologise for my behaviour yesterday, as does
Ryan.” That was pushing it far. Ryan loved playing these pranks with me. He
posted the video to his Facebook and was texting me the latest quotes as often
as he found them. This was his perk of putting up with the crap it cost to be
my friend.
Chapter Seven
Kaitlyn
Heading back
to the studio felt strange. It was weird knowing that people there knew of my
scars. Only Jamie, Jake and Dad knew how I got them but still more people there
knew about it than anywhere in the world. The producer told Aaron that all the
staff had to sign privacy and confidentiality agreements as part of their
contract so if word got out then it would be easier to fix. But nothing could
fix the damage it would do to me personally or my reputation. People never
treated me the same when they found out, it was as if I was going to break at
any moment. I was still shaken up even after three years, but the scars were a
lot worse than any damage inside. It’s what really gave me the confidence to
start playing my music in front of people. Originally my hope was to perform
for a living once my confidence had boosted a bit, but since the song went
viral I had the chance of a lifetime and I wasn’t going to throw it away.
Today I was
performing as Missy Jones, but I was allowed to bring Oliver and as long as the
music sounded good, and I looked the part I could change the lyrics as much as
I wanted. I was told today would be a long day so Aaron and Jake were coming
this morning and Dad was swapping with Jake later this afternoon.
TJ Smith-
Are you prepared to light the stage on fire with your music?
Me- I’m
always prepared when it comes
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