Behind the Mask
Sighing he entered his private sanctuary and logged onto the computer. Punching the right buttons he came to the e-mail he wanted to check and congratulated himself on his genius once more. Creating the character known as, Gabrielle Harris or Aslan had been a masterstroke, who would suspect HE was really the neurotic twenty-three year old girl from Kingston Ontario? Scanning the e-mail messages he focused on those belonging to the mail list 'The White Knight', it was definitely one of the livelier ones he…er…Aslan was involved in. He really loved the anonymity the Internet provided.
The first to catch his eye was a message from "Bob S Lonely" titled 'I hate Joss', opening it he decided to have a chat with David Borenaez about going too into character when he got a chance. Originally he had been both Aslan and Kae the Krac Babee but it had gotten to be too much for him-besides who wants to be known as a psychotic and freakish twenty year old? And he wouldn't be caught dead in a place like Toronto-he hated the Leafs. Besides the irony of David pretending to be the ultimate Angel hater warmed him at night.
Of course HE still wrote all the 'fan fiction' credited to the very different personalities, but not having to reply to things twice gave him more time to write. It was luck that had brought David into his scheme-but then he had to get the inspiration for 'Jock in a Dress' somewhere. Shivering he remembered that he would always knock before entering David's dressing room-he had learned his lesson.
Reflecting on the other list members he knew he was lucky there too, none of them suspected anything-Mash even flirted with both of the 'girls'. He read the next section of 'Dark Reflection' and sat back satisfied when he reached the end, that Spanish kid Nick had some talent. They all did actually, but not as much as himself the master of it all. Wiping tears from his eyes he closed Diedra's latest, eventually he'd get the girl a lifetime supply of Prozac, but right now he enjoyed her too much to turn her into a drugged happiness zombie.
The sound of his buzzer interrupted his muse, "Yes, what is it?"
"An angry mob to see you Sir," his secretary replied.
"What do they want and do they have an appointment?" He wiped his eyes tiredly.
"They're upset over this week's episode of Angel, and yes the leader a…" she looked in her book, "Erin Brinkman has an appointment."
"Send them in then," he called morosely and logged off-some days it was hard to be Joss Whedon.
Sighing he entered his private sanctuary and logged onto the computer. Punching the right buttons he came to the e-mail he wanted to check and congratulated himself on his genius once more. Creating the character known as, Gabrielle Harris or Aslan had been a masterstroke, who would suspect HE was really the neurotic twenty-three year old girl from Kingston Ontario? Scanning the e-mail messages he focused on those belonging to the mail list 'The White Knight', it was definitely one of the livelier ones he…er…Aslan was involved in. He really loved the anonymity the Internet provided.
The first to catch his eye was a message from "Bob S Lonely" titled 'I hate Joss', opening it he decided to have a chat with David Borenaez about going too into character when he got a chance. Originally he had been both Aslan and Kae the Krac Babee but it had gotten to be too much for him-besides who wants to be known as a psychotic and freakish twenty year old? And he wouldn't be caught dead in a place like Toronto-he hated the Leafs. Besides the irony of David pretending to be the ultimate Angel hater warmed him at night.
Of course HE still wrote all the 'fan fiction' credited to the very different personalities, but not having to reply to things twice gave him more time to write. It was luck that had brought David into his scheme-but then he had to get the inspiration for 'Jock in a Dress' somewhere. Shivering he remembered that he would always knock before entering David's dressing room-he had learned his lesson.
Reflecting on the other list members he knew he was lucky there too, none of them suspected anything-Mash even flirted with both of the 'girls'. He read the next section of 'Dark Reflection' and sat back satisfied when he reached the end, that Spanish kid Nick had some talent. They all did actually, but not as much as himself the master of it all. Wiping tears from his eyes he closed Diedra's latest, eventually he'd get the girl a lifetime supply of Prozac, but right now he enjoyed her too much to turn her into a drugged happiness zombie.
The sound of his buzzer interrupted his muse, "Yes, what is it?"
"An angry mob to see you Sir," his secretary replied.
"What do they want and do they have an appointment?" He wiped his eyes tiredly.
"They're upset over this week's episode of Angel, and yes the leader a…" she looked in her book, "Erin Brinkman has an appointment."
"Send them in then," he called morosely and logged off-some days it was hard to be Joss Whedon.