"Chicken thighs or chicken breasts?"
"Beak with vinegar."
"Dogs or cats?"
"Goblins, really."
"Long hair or short hair?"
"Short on women, long on men."
"Buttons or buckles?"
"Buttocks—I mean, Velcro."
"Ties or bowties?"
"Buck naked."
The interviewer looked up from her questionnaire, a glint of tired submission in her eyes.
The man before her, although brilliant in every sense of the word, was frustrating to interview. She had been at it for an entire hour and yet had not received a proper answer once.
She looked to her right, out of the camera frame, where the man's agent stood. She, too, looked exhausted by her client's antics.
"Alright, Mr. Auclair, thank you for your time."
Averie smiled, proud of the ridiculous interview he had just finished.
It had been a week and a half since the Serenes Film Festival, yet the interview requests remained aplenty.
