"Alright ladies and gentlemen, we have an absolutely incredible story for you tonight. If you remember three weeks ago, former New York Congressman Nathan Petrelli was shot during a live press conference, a conference in which he planned to reveal a secret. Tonight, on WYZZ TV, we have someone who not only claims to know his secret, but intends to reveal her own as well. Tonight at five, we will finally hear the story of the late Nathan Petrelli, from a source who was a close to him as his own brother. Please stay tuned."
The camera blinked off and the studio lights flickered back on. Danae Carmichael loked around at her crew, slightly incensed that no one knew exactly what was going on. Two hours ago, the station manager had called her for an impropmtu live press conference. Jerry, the older, balding man has simply told them, "Not even NBC will be able to touch us after this". She had begged an reasoned with him for the inside scoop. She needed to at least know what the subject was about in order to conduct some sort of interview. He refused, and had dissapeared for the rest of the night.
Twenty minutes after their 30 second spot, Danae was at her desk getting one last touch-up. Jerry, talking animatedly with a small blonde, walked to her desk and smiled broadly, letting a nicotine-ruined smile wash over her.
"Babe, we hit the jackpot. I know you're probably pissed as hell about the whole situation, but I couldn't afford to tell a single person, see? Now this here is the little darling you'll be interviewing. Be real nice, she's never been on television before. Let her do all the talking, don't ask too many questions, and we have an eight minute video segment that needs to fit in somewhere." His mile-a-minute style of speech usually had a calming effect on the anchorwoman, but tonight she was a bundle of nerves. "Show her where to sit and all, I have a few more people to speak with. And remember," he turned, addressing the youth beside him. "Smile."
With that he walked off, leaving the two women standing akwardly beside the make-up table.Danae put on her camera-face and held out a hand.
"Hello there, I'm Danae Michaelson. Welcome to the WYZZ studio. Do you have any questions before we're on the air?" She tried to keep her voice soothing, the poor girl must be so nervous. This was the largest televised event in since Nathan Petrelli's little incident, it was only natural to feel the jitters.
"No." The short syllable crossed the distance between them like a slap to the face. Recoiling slightly, Danae reconsidered the girl. She was most decidedly not afraid; if anything this girl was anxious. "I'm ready for this. It needed to happen three weeks ago, and it needs to happen now." Her eyes shone with determination, and Danae's mind once again buzzed with questions. What the hell was going on?
"Alright people, let's get ready to roll! Action in five!" A crew member announced, and the relatively calm room burst into action. Danae and the unnamed girl took their seats on the stage, eying each other with fervent anticipation.
"Get ready, here we go. On in three... two..." House lights went out while the camera blinked to life, and everything was still for a moment. Then it all began.
HOLY shortness Batman! I meant for this chapter and the next chapter to be meshed as one, but it is late and I have homework to do. Perhaps tomorrow will bring another update :) Anyhow, I own no characters in the except for Danae. (Even though she is pretty much useless after this point.) Review if you want, or skip it this time. No pressure. But keep checking back for new chapters!
