“Okay, Mike?” the producer asked. “Can you sit right here?”
Mike sat on the ornate Victorian style sofa.
“Val honey? Can you sit next to him?”
Valerie sat down next to him. As always, the molecular draw to each other took immediate effect. The space between them shrank until they were touching.
“Sit a little apart,” the producer said.
Mike scooted over. When he put his arm to the back of the couch, Valerie slipped closer to him.
“Maybe we should get two chairs?”
They were sitting in the sitting room where Ramon had spent the last twenty four hours converting into a studio set. The small room was packed with people, equipment, and wires. Sam, Jacob, Jill, Megan, Candy and Steve sat on the floor along the wall of the room.
The plan was to tape Mike and Valerie’s interview at the Castle. While Mike and Valerie made their way to Chicago, the television editing magic would happen. This interview would be interwoven with the variety of video interviews taken in the last few days. Mike and Valerie would arrive for the airing of their interview and answer questions live. That was the plan.
They just needed to get this interview done.
The rehearsal was sheer chaos. They blew fuses. The family talked in the background. The room was so hot that even Valerie was wet with sweat. This take was going to have to do.
“They’re fine,” the camera man said. “At least they’re in the frame.”
“Everyone happy? Everyone quiet?” the producer grimaced at the family.
Everyone nodded their heads in unison.
“All right, let’s check the lights? We are going to tape…”
When the producer turned to Mike and Valerie, they were kissing.
“We need makeup…”
A flurry of people came forward to touch up their make up. The woman facilitating their interview sat down across from Mike and Valerie.
“We’d better start or we’ll never get this done,” the producer said.
“Let’s start with how you met,” the interviewer said.
“Even though we lived only a few blocks from each other, Mike and I had never met. I went to public school and Mike went to Catholic school,” Valerie said. “I’d never seen him before. My family went skiing for a weekend at Copper Mountain. I was on the lift when he sat next to me.”
“I had this bet with my buddies. The guy who could sit on the lift with the prettiest girl won. Of course, I was a fourteen year old altar boy. Just sitting next to a girl was a thrill. I hadn’t seen Valerie’s face. I… One of the guys pointed her out and said she would win the day. Well, I couldn’t let him win. My friends and I followed Valerie and her family around Copper. I tried get on her chair in three different lifts. But her parents always sat with Valerie and her brother. Finally, I cut her father off to sit next to her.”
Valerie and Mike looked at each other.
“And?” the interviewer asked.
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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