The audience cheered and applauded as I served the newly made Kung Pao chicken.
"And that's how it's done ladies and gentleman. If you didn't catch the full recipe, go to Meals with Mitchie dot com and grab it from there. So this is the end of this show, thanks to my wonderful guest chef today, Mr. Lautner. Tune in next week for 'A Week Around The World's Kitchen', I will be working all week with a very special guest. So we're gonna chow down on this yummy chicken and see you next time on Meals With Mitchie. Thanks for watching," I said to the camera.
"And that's a wrap," the cameraman said.
"This looks great," Taylor said as I watched the audience exit the studio.
"Smells good too, go ahead and grab a plate," I told him as I took off my apron.
"Save some for us!" a crew member yelled.
I laughed, "Don't worry! I'll whip you guys some up real quick,".
"Your a sweetheart, Mitch," someone else called.
"Thanks! I owe you for focusing the camera on Taylor when I almost slipped,".
Sam, the cameraman chuckled.
"Yeah, cause I was gonna let all of America see you almost fall on live TV," he said.
"Wow, Mitchie this chicken is great," Taylor said, scooping more onto his plate.
"Well I can't take all the credit, you helped. And now think of it, every girl in the country thinks you're talented actor and that you can cook...every woman's dream,"
"And I owe it all to you!"
So yes, I Mitchie Torres, am the host of the number one rated cooking show in the country. And other countries for that matter. I've got it all: Cookbooks, television show, heck, even a line of cookware. Rachel Ray and Paula Deen got nothing on me. Emeril should be scared. At twenty-two years old, I'm as much of an daytime television icon as Oprah. What can I say, I'm such a name-dropper.
"I gotta run to a filming, so this is where I say goodbye," Taylor said.
"I want to thank you so much for being a guest today,"
"Hey, it was tons of fun. I'd love to come back,"
"In my studio kitchen, you are always welcome," I said.
We exchanged our goodbyes and Taylor left. I began making food for the remaining crew, awaiting the arrival of my producer to tell me the week-long guest. The week long program was my first pre-planned event, promoted for over a month now. And still I don't know who my guest chef is.
-Time-lapse thing because she's cooking food.-
"So how is it guys?" I asked the served crew as they ate.
Delicious, great, scrumptious, and terrific's were said.
"Thanks for the feedback," I said.
The studio doors creaked open and the clacking of stilettos were heard thought the studio. Instantly I knew it was Claire, my producer.
"Mitchie! Darling, that show was fantastic! The rating were throught the roof! The most you've gotten for a live show. And the food looked amazing," Claire said.
"Thanks, that's great. There some food leftover, would you like some?" I asked.
Heck, the six-foot bean pole could use a triple helping. Geez, Heidi Klum's got more meat on her...Well, I guess when your trying to look like Heidi you could go to some way extremes. Hmm, the badly bleached hair-...enough about her.
"Err...no thank you sweetie. Carbs are a no-no," she said, looking me up and down in a disgusted fashion.
I am not fat.
"Well..ok. So I've got the menu plans set out for the next week. Monday is Mexico, Tuesday is France, now tell me who my guest chef is," I eagerly said.
Bean-pole Claire let out a laugh...er...cackle? She was trying way to hard to pretend to laugh. Exhibit A, pounding on the counter in laughter...as if what I said was a humor riot. It wasn't.
"Mitchie, whoa. You are just. HilArious," BPC said. (Bean-pole Claire)
"Thanks Claire," I said, putting the cookware I had used in the dishwasher.
"You're so welcome darling,"
"So...about my guest star-,"
"Mitchie, you are going to love him,"
"So it's a guy. More details," I begged.
"Musician,"
"Awesome," I squeaked.
"Your guest is-,"
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"I'm not wasting my week at some cooking show!" I yelled.
"It's not just you. We'll be there on Wednesday," Nate said.
"Yeah. Ok. Einstein, there is such thing as Monday and Tuesday," I said.
"Don't you forget! There's Thursday and Friday," Jason gleefully piped.
"Jason, shut up," I said.
"Shane, this week long program is helpful for promoting the new album. And you can learn how to work with people for once," Nate said.
"And think on the bright side! Two days by yourself with Mitchie Torres!" Jason sang.
"Oh Jason, that's wonderful. Two boring days by myself with an old cooking show hag,"
"Shane...have you ever heard of Mitchie Torres?" Nate asked.
I shook my head. I don't watch cooking shows.
"Man, you don't know what you've been missing," Jason said.
Jason pulled out a picture...from his wallet. He looked at it and sighed before showing it to us.
"That's Mitchie Torres," he stated.
My jaw dropped.
There is no way that, the cooking hag is this person. I mean, she's...stunning.
"Jason...why do you have a picture of her in your wallet? It's more awkward then when you had the notebook filled with picture of the weather lady from channel seven," Nate said.
Yeah. True.
"Her name is Patience Moon. And her forecast are extremely accurate," Jason fought.
"And Nate always knows when his dog has to go, and he's too lazy to take him outside," I said.
"Well that's his problem, not Patience's,"
The limo stopped, and we got out. Entering the hotel. We checked in and went up to our rooms.
"I'm still not going to do it," I stated as I fell back on my bed, face first.
"Sorry man, you don't have a choice," Nate patted my back.
"Oh while you're there can you make me a cake,"
Shut. Up. Jason.
So...yes. A new story idea I got from a daydream. Except you know. It was my show and the JB were on it...Yeah. So if you like it, go ahead and review and maybe there will be a second chapter.