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Whatever happened to saturday night? Pt. 1- L. Michaels
A/N - Veryyyyyy self indulgent daisy jones typecasted reader. Sorry :). Also, for obvious reasons Rosie and Lorne aren’t married in this- based off the film Saturday Night. First person POV
October 11. 1975
10:00 P.M.
I stood outside with my leg propped up against the wall of the studio with a cigarette dangling from my lips. The inside was bustling with crew members, musicians, television executives, and the cast- practicing their sketches. A young page was outside with me, handing out tickets to tonight’s show. Nerves coursed through my body at the idea that I was gonna be on live television in 90 Minutes. I was pulled from my thoughts by Lorne, coming outside.
“What the hell are you doing? we need you in there” He said, his voice laced with stress as a burning sheet if paper fell from the floor above and hit in front of him. He put it out with his shoe.
Lorne and I had been friends for a few years. I had been doing comedy while trying to make it as a singer/songwriter. We met at an open mic and have been somewhat inseparable ever since.
I placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling softly. “You okay?”
“Ask me again in 90 minutes” He replied “Have you seen-”
He is cut off by a higher pitched voice shouting “Mr. Michaels!” from the inside if a car. The car comes to a hault and Lorne jogs over, speaking to the woman inside. A tall man stepped out of the car, a big grin on his face as he waved at me, saying something about his suit. He is ushered over by Lorne as we head inside.
“This is Andy Kaufman, he’s gonna be on our show.” Lorne explained as we make our way into the studio.
10:01 P.M
“Andy, please, come on.” Lorne rushed as Andy looked around, admiring the studio.
“This is beautiful!” Andy exclaimed.
“Did you know, over there was where Diego Rivera was hired to paint a fresco for the american worker?”
“I cannot see this.” Andy replied.
“Well no one can, cause Diego was a Commie and added Vladimir Lenin in the middle of the night, So the Rockefellers had it plastered over.”
I sigh softly, absentmindedly watching the banter between the two. As we approached security and tried to go through into the building we were stopped by a guard.
“Deliveries use the back.” The man stated, clearly annoyed.
“I’m producer of the show” Lorne replied before being swiftly cut off.
“Where’s your badge?”
“I- Look, my name is Lorne Michaels, I’m the producer of Saturday Night.”
“The whole night?”
The situation was de-escalated by Dick coming over and saying it was all good and that we were with him.
“Must be some show to be live on saturday night.” The guard said.
We get into the elevator, Andy giggling softly to himself about us rushing as Dick tells the man in the elevator which floor we’re going to.
“So, big night.” Dick said.
“Oh- Andy, have you had dinner?” Lorne asked, not paying any attention to Dick.
“Yes, I had spaghetti” Andy replied.
“Oh, that sounds delicious.” Lorne says and I chuckle softly at his reaction.
“Lorne, I’m getting calls from upstairs, you ordered a llama?” Dick asked.
“A LLAMA?” Andy reacted, clearly excited.
“Yeah, we all decided it was much funnier than a donkey.” I say, trying to maintain a straight face throughout the conversation.
“Great- well guys, the loading dock wasn’t exactly expecting livestock” Dick retorted.
“NBC did as for something fresh and unexpected.” Lorne explained.
“That’s tur- they just weren’t expecting you to demand an overhaul on the lighting and sound packages.”
Lorne concentrates, thinking for a moment.
“Did anyone ask Edison what a lightbulb was before he harnessed electricity?”
“Who are you in the metaphor?”
I laugh out, covering my mouth to quiet myself down as Andy looked down at Lorne in confusion.
“We can’t expect people to recognize something they’ve never seen before.” Lorne states, a slight grin on his face.
“Right- correct, but what about a final script?” Dick questions.
“It’s not that kind of show” I state, trying to dig Lorne out of the hole he was in.
“She gets it, see?” He motions to me, a smile on his face.
“Okay- well what kind of show is it, Lorne? Do you even know what the show is?” Dick asks, somewhat frustrated.
“Of course!” Lorne exclaims.
“Are you gonna share with the rest of us?”
“Yes- in 88 Minutes.” He says, exiting the elevator with a grin.
I zone out, walking through the crowd of workers bustling around as Dick and Lorne talk about the lighting and sound setups. I decide to go find Gilda so I had someone to talk with.
Gilda and I had been best friends for many years. I was who introduced her to Lorne. She was my best friend and truly my sister.
She was sitting at a mirror, making faces when I ran up behind her, wrapping my arms around her. She smiles but before she can say anything someone comes in and says we are needed for rehearsals. Her and I rush through to get where we need to be when I knock straight into Laraine, who was having her bee stripe spray painted on. I giggle slightly st the sight.
“God I hate these bee costumes- I haven’t even tried mine on yet.” I say, humor lacing my words. This earned a giggle and a nod in agreement from Laraine.
I skip out, and dash through the halls into the doors of Studio 8H with 85 minutes til’ we go live.
The dimly lit studio is smoky and smells like sage. The atmosphere is generally warm but everyone seems to be slightly on edge. Gilda plops down, taking her seat on the couch and I stand back behind the set with Dan and Garret wearing a robber costume on and a fake gun. The crew are all arguing about lighting. and then we hear our cue, but Dan can’t get the door open. He barges through and recites the lines before he’s called off.
“So do I say anything or am I more the silent robber type?” Garrett asks the person directing this sketch.
“I think we’re just gonna stick to the script this time.” He replied.
“What script?” Garrett looks over at me and quips, earning a giggle.
We begin the sketch all over, but don’t get far as a light structure falls down right in front of the couch. I instinctively run over, pulling Gilda back as John begins yelling, threatening the crew. The structure continues sparking and I hold my arms in front of Gilda. If anyone’s is getting hurt tonight, I am not letting it be her.
John actually ends up getting into a physical altercation with a crew member before it’s split up by Lorne and Dan.
“How dare you endanger my actors!!” Lorne raises is voice slightly and I giggle silently, a red hue dipping down onto my cheeks. Earning a knowing glance from Gilda, who was still standing beside me.
“YOU’RE THE ONE ASKING FOR A HUNDRED FUCKING LIGHT CUES, PAL!!” The crew member shouts at Lorne.
I have half a mind to go over and chastise the crew member myself.
“Feel free to let me know when my expectations surpass your abilities!” Lorne scolds, getting ushered away by Dick.
“I don’t know guys, it was kind of exciting! Like, it’s probably good luck!” Gilda says, a forced smile on her face.
I smile at her, admiring the ability to find something good even in a shit situation.
“Can we go again?” Lorne asks us.
“Uh, in this death trap?” Garrett retorts.
“You know, I still think it was kind of funny!” Gilda says, taking my hand and skipping over to where Lorne was putting sage around his head. I giggle at the scene.
“How high does this thing go, Al?” She asks, sitting on the camera operator’s lap as he takes her up, despite protests from Lorne.
“Guess I picked the wrong day to not wear underwear, don’t look too hard!” Gilda giggled, going around the room.
I giggle at her, but my attention is pulled away by Lorne, who was arguing with a crew member. I look around at all the chaotic scenes unfolding.
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Boone (Twisters) x GN!Reader
Based off Season 2 episode 15 of New Girl
- In which the reader has been with the wranglers for a few years and after a long day of storm chasing they decide to play a game and the reader is forced to confront their feelings about a fellow wrangler.
This day had been a nightmare. You and the other wranglers had been chasing all day but hadn’t managed to catch up to anything good. It was when you guys got to the motel, Tyler had announced that you guys needed a break and decided you all should play a game you all lnew and loved except Kate, because she had just joined you guys.
“The game is True American, but with a sexy new twist, Clinton rules. Pick your intern!” Tyler shouted, Starting the game.
You all talked over yourselves, attempting to explain the rules to Kate. Everyone was having a really good time teaching Kate to play. You however found yourself continuously distracted by one of your fellow wranglers. You and Boone have been close since you had joined the wranglers, however it was only recently that you recognized the way you actually felt about him. Since then every touch, shared glance or smile had felt like you were being tazed.
Then there was the ever-present conundrum that came along with it.
Tyler, Kate, Boone, and you were sitting across from eachother with Tyler making the announcement that two of you would have to go behind a door and kiss. The whole situation was a bit childish in your opinion but the anxiety still loomed that you would have to kiss Boone.
“Ready? go”
The four of you put your hands on your heads. You had went with two. You looked up at Tyler and Kate to see they had mismatched numbers. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Tyler, who was motioning between you and Boone with a shit eating grin on his face.
That leads to now.
You guys stood behind the locked door while Boone tried to get out, his drawl aparent while shouting at the others to let him out. A pang of hurt erupted through your chest, was he really this upset about kissing you?
“What is the big deal? let’s just suck it up and french a little.”
He sighed, walking away from the door “Fine, but don’t say ‘french a little’ nobody says that.”
You guys stood together and you made a joke in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the situation. You both continued to stall before giving up and he turned and started banging on the door again. You looked at the ground, fidgeting with your shoe and listening to his pleads to be let out.
After a while you guys were sitting against the door, giving up on any chance of being let out anytime soon. Thats when the chanting began from the rest of the chasers
“KISS, KISS, KISS-“
“Let’s just get this over with already, kiss me!”
“No, I’m not gonna kiss you!”
“Boone, Just kiss me! Damn”
“No, stop. I’m not gonna kiss you, Not like this”
At his words you feel your chest flutter. Maybe there was a chance he wasn’t utterly repulsed by you.
“What does that mean?”
“No- Thats not what I mean-“
He continued to ramble on and on and stuttering something incoherent before walking over to the window, climbing out and walking around to the front door of the motel room. It was only a second before the door opened, letting you out.
You thought about the experience all night, it kept you up. You figured the best thing to do would be to step outside the motel and get some fresh air, but what you were met with instead was Boone, smoking a cigarette outside the door of his room.
“some night huh?”
He let out a chuckle before falling into comfortable silence. He walked over to the concrete and put out his cigarette before turning and looking at you with a smile before turning back towards his room “Goodnight” he whispered at you.
“Goodnight boone!” You said with a smile, expecting him to go inside.
You were pulled out of any thoughts you had by Boone grabbing your arm and smashing his lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around him deepening the kiss before he pulled away.
“I meant something like that.”
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