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[b]Location:[/b] The Auditorium's basement
[b]Interactions:[/b] [color=426f6f][b]Riley[/b][/color] [sub][@Lovely Complex][/sub] & [color=6495ed][b]Brynn[/b][/color] [sub][@melissahart][/sub];; Ft. [color=a52521][b]Owen[/b][/color] [sub][@Universorum][/sub][/center][hr][hr][indent]Rushing to the [url=https://imgur.com/VCgF74q]basement[/url] of the auditorium, where Riley throughout the past two years spent a lot of time, effort, and diplomacy, to transform the storage space into the set of The (Norman’s) Morning Show: RISE, Riley tried his best to clear his mind of his encounter with Trixie. Moments ago, he downright embarrassed himself in front of an IT girl. Not just any IT girl, the IT girl that had her toes in all club affairs. Social suicide right then and there. 

Just... kill him now.

Those who have been at the school during Riley’s time, have seen the show grow in not only looks but also content, since there wasn’t really anything before Rye came into the picture. He started off simply talking on the intercom in the mornings and using the radio station during his free periods, including lunch. That didn’t last long when he tallied the amount of listens within the first month and came to the realization every room has a television for educational purposes. 

Why did the broadcasting club only have a radio show that hardly any student tuned into, even if they all could find the link to the broadcast via the school’s website? That was the thing! The radio was optional and… no one went on the school website unless pictures of some dance was uploaded to the gallery page.

Lightbulb. 

Why not make a daily show? A daily show during a time where the students aren’t too preoccupied with anything besides waking up. HOMEROOM. Yes! He already did the announcements, he could spice it up and throw in surprises, give the student body something to talk about that wasn’t… the same-o same-o (the war in the halls). Game shows! Debates! Hilarious lip syncing battles! Lessons! You know, giving the kids food for thought so their school day isn’t a total loss. Fun & Games with a twist. 

Edumacation.

On top of that, Trixie has been helping him expand it by having a partnership with the journalism club, which has far more respect from the teachers than most clubs. The newspaper is full of stories and some of the interviews that get published, she thinks could be explored further in a visual presentation. So long as he keeps the power of hosting, he will kiss Trixie’s ass as much as she wants. She convinces the higher ups to bump up his club’s budget. He ain’t complaining. 

And one thing that she recently made happen was…

Panting and out of breath, having ran from one side of the campus to the other, Riley went to the center of the set to meet up with his new co-host(ess). [color=15603A][i]Why don’t you have someone at your side? It must be a lot of work doing this by yourself. I don’t think you’ve ever taken a sick day. PLUS, if we give you a co-hostESS, you might be able to attract a certain audience better. Just imagine! RISE, starring Riley Wells and Brynn Payne. An unexpected, dynamic duo! The school’s next big craze. The entertainer and the trendsetter![/i][/color]

[color=426f6f][b]“Sorry for the wait!”[/b][/color] He huffed.

Brynn was perched on the edge of one of the couches, gazing into her compact and fixing her makeup. This wasn’t the first time she had meandered down to the basement of the auditorium (it was on her famous “fool-proof hookup spots” list) but it [b]was[/b] the first time she was here as the co-host of the morning show. Trixie, being the good friend that she was, pulled a few strings to get her on the air, as she knew it would look great on her college applications. But, Brynn grew impatient as she checked her watch for the eighth time. Riley was supposed to be here [I]five minutes[/I] ago and she had issues with people who didn’t have their watches synchronized with hers. Time was of the essence and if he didn’t believe that, this was going to be an [I]interesting[/I] partnership.

Hearing Riley come in, the fatigue clear in his breathing, Brynn continued applying mascara as if nothing had changed. [color=6495ed][b]“For the future, you should know that one of my pet peeves is tardiness.”[/b][/color] Looking up from her mirror she smirked. [color=6495ed][b]“But, I forgive you. Thanks for letting me come on the show.”[/b][/color]

With a blank stare, Riley didn’t immediately respond. Instead, he looked at her for a moment and then went to surveying the area. Not caring about her position in the hierarchy, since really the only person at the top he remotely cared about was Trixie because of what she’s done for [i]his[/i] club, Riley strolled to the camera, checking to make sure the battery was full, before replying in an unconcerned tone, [color=426f6f][b]“For the future, you should know that… I really don’t care about your pet peeves.”[/b][/color] 

Unlatching the camera from the tripod, internally wondering where the fuck A Double was, Riley smirked right back, with the same amount of sass, possibly more, [color=426f6f][b]“Listen, Brynn, the main reason why I agreed to this is because you’re hot and our school is stupidly simple. They’ll drool at you the moment you’re on screen. This, right here.”[/b][/color] He gestured at the entirety of the basement,  [color=426f6f][b]“Is something I worked my ass off to build. If we’re gonna work together, you better leave your candy self out with Lia. I care about this show, a lot. I am not going to have you, one, tell me how to run things, like you’re better than me, and two, have you FUCK everything up.”[/b][/color] Not many people saw stressed Riley because not many people cared to know him on a personal level. Brynn simply caught him on a bad morning… he wasn’t havin’ any of this I FORGIVE YOU, shit.  [color=426f6f][b]“And yes, if you’re wondering, I’m NOT in a good mood.”[/b][/color] 

Brynn rolled her eyes, knowing very well the only reason why he actually let her on the show before he even mentioned it. As the saying went around the school, “No Payne, no gain.’; her reputation spoke for itself. [color=6495ed][b]“Well aren’t we off to a [i]great[/i] start.”[/b][/color] She stood up, placing her compact over in her knapsack and looked over in Riley’s direction. What the boy didn’t know was that she had [i]real[/i] aspirations, wanted to make a name for herself in the broadcast industry. But, she let him have the benefit of the doubt, as most people didn’t know she sometimes desired to be more than the school floozy, and went along with his assumptions. 

[color=6495ed][b]“Let’s make a deal. I’m not here for politics, I’m not here just to look pretty on camera, I’m certainly not here to fuck this up for you. I walk in here, and I’m just Brynn. Not Candy Brynn, not “kill count 20” Brynn. Just Brynn. Okay?”[/b][/color] She stared at him, an eyebrow raised as if she dared him to say something else.

Riley was thrown aback at her response. So there was more than what meets the eye with this one. Her reputation does precede her, and he didn’t necessarily care enough to look deeper into a girl who shares herself with the entire football team. But perhaps that made him wrong in this scenario. [color=426f6f][b]“Deal.”[/b][/color] He would forfeit this conversation, but FIRST. He approached her with camera in hand and offered his free hand to her, [color=426f6f][b]“And I’m just Riley. Not only ‘Trevor’s brother’.”[/b][/color] Handshakes were good business closers, right?  

Brynn took his outstretched hand and shook it firmly. [color=6495ed][b]“Trevor, who?”[/b][/color] She joked.

Just then, the door opened. Now, the door opened in a way that did not, in anyway, resemble the normal third member of this little shindig. Where A Double would gently push the door open, and hold the knob turned when he closed it so as to make the least amount of noise… the door flew open, left hanging open by the intruder, who definitely was [i]not[/i] A Double.

Instead, it was Owen.

Owen stared at Brynn, and stared at Rye, and gulped. This wouldn’t be so bad. Run a camera. He could do that. He walked forward to Rye and held out his hand. [color=a52521][b]“Hi, I’m Owen. Alan — er, A Double, wants me to do the camera for him — cuz he’s havin’ a moment. Shouldn’t be too hard, right?”[/b][/color]

Oh jesus. 

This was going to be one hell of an experience. Releasing Brynn’s hand, Riley focused his attention on the new person, who made quite the scene days before and was on the headliner of the Weekend Warrior. After one awkward instant, and a quick glance at his wrist watch for the time, Riley’s eyes widened - shit, they need to start filming. Placing the hefty camera in Owen’s hand, Rye nervously smiled, [color=426f6f][b]“Just… act like you know how to work the camera, for my sake. We’ll have time for intros later, follow me and when I say action, you’re clear to record.”[/b][/color] And with that, Rye sped walked past him, grabbed the lav mics that he’d hook on Brynn and himself as they got into position, and out the auditorium door he went. Did he tell them his agenda of not filming on set? Nah… he probably should’ve prepared for this segment more (but it was the first day after vacation - give him a break). He heard his phone ‘ding’ which was most likely a text from the other club members in the master control room beside the set, that most definitely watched him go off on Brynn, giving him the greenlight to start the show. 

Today was off to a [i]great[/i] start. [/indent]