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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 27, 2015 12:18:35 GMT 10
Christine Grey sat with her two year old son, Charlie, on her lap as she sat in the studio, waiting for the interview to begin. She bounced him on her knee as she tickled him, trying to distract herself from her nerves at this one of her first ever high status interviews. She had finally made a big break for herself, escaping the career and life she feared would enchain her and her child for the rest of her lives, now she kind of missed the simpleness of that job.
"Erm, Miss Grey, we're ready to begin now," one of the assistants said, making the twenty oneyear old sigh heavily, nodding as she looked to her friend, Emma.
"Thanks, go to aunt Emmy baba, mummy gotta talk to the nice people for a bit."
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Post by witch on Feb 27, 2015 12:32:30 GMT 10
"How you know they nice?" Charlie asked reaching over to his aunt, noting once more that she looked different but not saying anything "You no know them."
"Shh now little one." Emma smiled softly "We can watch your Mum on the T.V in here and if we see anything going wrong we'll play white knight"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 27, 2015 12:37:18 GMT 10
"You gotta give everyone at least two to three chances baby boy," she said beaming at her son before turning to the person who was actually going to be interviewing her. All of a sudden she felt completely exposed, she had no baby boy to fuss over, now friend to say stupid things to who would just take them as they were meant to be, passing comments that made no sense to anyone but her.
Back in Seattle in the home of the Grey children's parents, Grace had gathered her three children and their families to watch the youngest of the Grey children in her first televised interview. It had taken constant begging and pleading with her youngest son to get him to agree to come, but he sat with his newly born child in his lap, beside his wife
"Why do I feel so nervous for her, she's a big girl in New York..." Grace said, beaming with pride as the segment began
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Post by witch on Feb 27, 2015 12:43:01 GMT 10
"Good luck" Emma smiled making sure to stay off screen and making sure Charlie did to watching as everything around them suddenly seemed to get busy.
"Miss Grey, thank you for agreeing to this interview. I would like to start it off by asking what it was that started you on this path."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 27, 2015 12:44:50 GMT 10
She smiled sweetly, her lids fluttering her lashes as she crossed her legs at the ankle, nodding "My pleasure, thank you for having me on... Well, really that all depends on your meaning of path... Well more what section your refering to more than the others..."
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Post by witch on Feb 27, 2015 12:53:15 GMT 10
"The interviewer looked up at her slight question of his face. "I see. Then let me rephrase the question. Why this line of work? Your adopted brother has so many hands in each pie of settle C.E.O of his own company both here and over seas. You oldest brother Elliot is in building and your sister has a line of café and yet you seem the way ward child?"
"Oh dear." Carrick voiced suddenly "I don't know if I'm liking where this is headed."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 27, 2015 12:58:24 GMT 10
She grinned, nodding along with every word he said, almost looking somewhat mad as she did. She pulled her legs up to sit cross legged, showing that she had taken her shoes off, shrugging. "Yeah, but I kinda don't see what they have to do with anything I do, I am my own person. Sure I got the same last name, mother and father and all the same nummy yummy good stuff that we share, but it doesn't mean that we all strive to be... Like that. I mean as far as I know those guys do what they do because it makes them happy, so... Why can't I do the same?"
Grace shook her head, her lips forming a thin line, concerned for her child.
"What a jerk..." Mia scoffed, not liking the interviewers direction
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Post by witch on Feb 27, 2015 13:04:18 GMT 10
"Why not indeed? But still not everyone who goes down the 'star path' is cut out for it. People come and go all the time, are yesterdays news before the day is ever done. Why do you believe you're different?"
"Clearly he doesn't know her to well" Ana snipped.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 27, 2015 13:07:49 GMT 10
"I don't, I freaking know I'm not different or special or... Any of that crap that most good parents, or guardians, push down their kids throats till the kid is obese with it, the whole 'you're special, you're one of a kind, you're the only one of you'... I mean, urgh, just yack." She giggled, pinging her lips against the other. "I just thought that... It was a whole lot better than where I was, so... To hell with the what ifs and maybes, I'm bored and sick of thing's lets jazz it up a bit. So I did."
"I think only one person on this sofa knew her at all well, aye Chris..." Elliot teased
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Post by witch on Feb 27, 2015 13:17:02 GMT 10
"Noted. And you have as you said "jazzed it up" and it seems with the help of your friend that is has already set you apart from the crowd. I guess what I'm really asking is...Just WHO is Christine Grey."
"Shut up Elliot. I could say the same thing about someone of THAT sofa off screen and you."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 27, 2015 13:20:47 GMT 10
"Oh for fucks sake, you really are a walking talking cliché in wig ain't ya..." She said, shaking her head at him, not caring that she had just cursed before the water shed, "Christine Grey is... Shit, now I'm gonna sound just as bad man, but she is me, and we are a heaping pile of messed up fun stuffs that just do not care any more about anything other than family, friends and happiness."
"Shut the hell up Chris," he snarled as Mia burst into a fit of giggles at Christine's answer.
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Post by witch on Feb 27, 2015 13:28:25 GMT 10
"Finally, I was wondering when we were going to see the REAL Christine Grey. The live wire, the free spirit as your fans call you."
"Hit a nerve?" Christian questioned.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 27, 2015 13:30:28 GMT 10
She giggled, grinning at him as she snorted in her laughing, shrugging "Well, you were asking piss poor questions so I got bored so yeah... I'm a foul mouthed nineteen year old, who doesn't give a shit any more, cause caring has gotten me no where."
"Boy!" Grace scolded, looking at her sons
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Post by witch on Feb 27, 2015 13:38:43 GMT 10
"What about your son?" The interviewer slowly asked "Some say you got into this line of work because of him and the fact his father isn't around."
"WHAT?" the questioned.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 27, 2015 13:42:44 GMT 10
"Charlie is one of the best thing's that has ever happened to me. I promised myself on the day I gave birth... Hell, when the first contractions hit, that I would be the best I could be for him. That I would never ever let anyone hurt him- and I don't mean that in like the crazy mothers who keep their kids in like... Bubble wrap to keep em 'safe'- that he would have everything the little guy could want and would never know misery or pain. So in a way yeah, but he is my reason for everything good I have done since he was born."
"When the fuck did she get knocked up"
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