Out of Milliways: Loony Fangirls, anyone?
Oct. 21st, 2005 01:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_antiangstAngel's trying to save the shopping trip for while Lena's around. In the meantime (and it's a good thing the meantime in question is only a couple of days, really), he's been sitting around the restaurant, people-watching. For all it's hardly the same thing, the atmosphere of the place does feel a bit like the bar's. He wouldn't have thought you could get even this close to it anywhere but the end of the universe.
Today, one table in particular has caught his attention. Four girls are sitting at it - they're barely out of high school, at the most - and they keep glancing in his direction when they think he's not looking, and talking excitedly amongst themselves.
Eventually one of them makes eye contact with him. After doing a very good impression of a deer caught in a car's headlights, she says, "Um, are you the guy from Mark Cohen's movie?"
Angel smiles. "Which of the five?"
The girl's face lights up, and she turns back to her friends. "See, I told you it was him!"
"You say that like more than one of you was wearing skirts through the whole thing," one of the other girls says, and that starts them all talking.
"What was it like working with him?"
"Do you think he's going to put another movie out soon?"
"Is it true he got an offer to screenwrite one of those new Star Wars movies?"
"How'd you feel about him bumping off your character like that?"
It's one thing to hear from Mark that no one understands the movie wasn't fiction, but quite another to see the misinterpretation in practice. He sighs inwardly, gets up, and moves to a chair that's somewhat closer to their table.
"Slow the hell down, girls, this is a lot more complicated than you think. First things first, let me tell you something - that movie was not staged. I'd think 'from here on in, I shoot without a script' was enough of a clue, in that regard, but apparently not."
One of the girls raises an eyebrow. "If that's the case, you should be dead. What're you doing here, then?"
Angel sighs. He'd seen this one coming. "That's too complicated for here and now, and I doubt you'd believe me in any case. Basically, it's something of a limited-time offer."
"...That's an interesting trick."
(Fantastique, you came back from the dead, can you teach me how to do that?)
"What about the Star Wars thing?" one of the others finally says - the one who'd originally asked, as far as he'd been able to follow that barrage of questions.
"In a nutshell? Yes, it's true, and no, he's not going to do it. For a number of reasons."
The girl who asked appears to relax a bit, at that news. "Oh, good. I was worried he was going to end up with his name on some crap moneymaker of a movie, for a while there."
The girl who'd asked about the death thing rolls her eyes. "Oh, please, Erica, you don't have to be such a purist."
"Ewan McGregor or not, prequels this late after the original releases can't possibly be good news."
"Guys, fight it out later," one of their other friends says. "You're probably boring the hell our of our company."
Angel can't help but grin. "I've heard worse, honey, believe me. Oh, and another thing? When the movie about the bar comes out, that one's real too."
The peacemaker of the group narrows her eyes. "Bar?"
"At the end of the universe."
The girl's eyes go wide. "You're kidding."
"Why would I joke about something like that?" With that, he grins, and leaves the girls to their own devices. He can hear them trying to stay quiet and be ridiculously excited at the same time; to their credit, it's almost working.
He'll have to make sure to tell Mark about this one.
Today, one table in particular has caught his attention. Four girls are sitting at it - they're barely out of high school, at the most - and they keep glancing in his direction when they think he's not looking, and talking excitedly amongst themselves.
Eventually one of them makes eye contact with him. After doing a very good impression of a deer caught in a car's headlights, she says, "Um, are you the guy from Mark Cohen's movie?"
Angel smiles. "Which of the five?"
The girl's face lights up, and she turns back to her friends. "See, I told you it was him!"
"You say that like more than one of you was wearing skirts through the whole thing," one of the other girls says, and that starts them all talking.
"What was it like working with him?"
"Do you think he's going to put another movie out soon?"
"Is it true he got an offer to screenwrite one of those new Star Wars movies?"
"How'd you feel about him bumping off your character like that?"
It's one thing to hear from Mark that no one understands the movie wasn't fiction, but quite another to see the misinterpretation in practice. He sighs inwardly, gets up, and moves to a chair that's somewhat closer to their table.
"Slow the hell down, girls, this is a lot more complicated than you think. First things first, let me tell you something - that movie was not staged. I'd think 'from here on in, I shoot without a script' was enough of a clue, in that regard, but apparently not."
One of the girls raises an eyebrow. "If that's the case, you should be dead. What're you doing here, then?"
Angel sighs. He'd seen this one coming. "That's too complicated for here and now, and I doubt you'd believe me in any case. Basically, it's something of a limited-time offer."
"...That's an interesting trick."
(Fantastique, you came back from the dead, can you teach me how to do that?)
"What about the Star Wars thing?" one of the others finally says - the one who'd originally asked, as far as he'd been able to follow that barrage of questions.
"In a nutshell? Yes, it's true, and no, he's not going to do it. For a number of reasons."
The girl who asked appears to relax a bit, at that news. "Oh, good. I was worried he was going to end up with his name on some crap moneymaker of a movie, for a while there."
The girl who'd asked about the death thing rolls her eyes. "Oh, please, Erica, you don't have to be such a purist."
"Ewan McGregor or not, prequels this late after the original releases can't possibly be good news."
"Guys, fight it out later," one of their other friends says. "You're probably boring the hell our of our company."
Angel can't help but grin. "I've heard worse, honey, believe me. Oh, and another thing? When the movie about the bar comes out, that one's real too."
The peacemaker of the group narrows her eyes. "Bar?"
"At the end of the universe."
The girl's eyes go wide. "You're kidding."
"Why would I joke about something like that?" With that, he grins, and leaves the girls to their own devices. He can hear them trying to stay quiet and be ridiculously excited at the same time; to their credit, it's almost working.
He'll have to make sure to tell Mark about this one.
