clock.
what time is it now? the gloomy clock ticks.
guesting on @idtaekyoon‘s radio show
the americano between her hands is, in fact, her lifeline. she's sure many have made that claaim int he past, but she believes this thoroughly and truly. without this inky black, slightly watered down coffee, she would in fact slump over to the ground and die. it's been a long day. it's been a along few months, really. premiers, filming, a comeback. criticism for all of those things, and an award season with nothing to show for it. honestly, ryan is becoming tired. exhausted even, bone deep. marrow deep, to the core.
but bags under her eyes can be covered with concealer and the furrow of her brow can be massaged and facialed out. there's plenty of creams and lasers to fix the wrinkles exhaustion threatens to write at the corners of her eyes. but schedule after schedule begins to grind her down, and when that happens, she needs the chemical crutch of caffeine. most of them rely on it to a foolish degree and ryan is no exception.
at least this is not the worst of schedules to be attending. it's something of a reunion, the way they've happened upon each other here a few times, perhaps not that surprising considering it is his show. maybe she should have gone into radio instead of acting. it's a lot better it seems like. quiet, and there's a script in front of you to read out, and you mostly get to choose the music. the buttons seem intimidatingly numerous but a few sticky notes with labels would help, she figures.
not that midas would let her bother with it, when she's making them money as an actress. just like her indefinitely postponed solo career, there's no time for things that aren't raking in cash. as she reads through her greeting and sits back she picks up her cup, fits the straw to her lips to watch the other in his element, a smile spreading slow over her features as their eyes meet in the midst of his speaking, cheek dimpling with a suppressed grin. "good job," she laughs, "you've really got a knack for this. i gotta say this is a sweet set up here," she admits, smooths her hand across the table and taps it as if to punctuate her certitude.