It's going to be a loooong day…
"We're on in fifteen!"
"Where's Gabriella?"
"She was in makeup when I last saw her."
Seated in his directors chair, Jon Breckin accepted his third double espresso of the day and hailed a passing sound man. "Leo, find Gabs would you?"
"Yes sir!"
"Thanks. Oh, and while you're at it…" Jon leant back in his seat and waved to attract Leo's attention, but he was already out of earshot. His assistant Mia appeared at that same moment, demonstrating once again the amazing talent she had for always being in the right place at the right time.
"Need anything?"
"Yes. Yes." He passed his hand wearily through his hair. "I appear to have lost both of my presenters. Leo's gone in search of Gabs, but I haven't the faintest idea where Bolton's got to. Could you…"
His question remained unasked, for at that moment, the door to the makeup trailer crashed open and a brown leather briefcase came sailing through the air, followed by a pair of expensive looking wingtips.
"…and if you ever give me tips for professionalism in front of the camera again, it won't just be your SHOES I drop-kick!"
There was the sound of a male voice saying something and then…
"I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH THEY COST!"
Jon drained his coffee in one, crumpled the cardboard cup and added it to the growing pile by his feet. Mia tore her eyes from the makeup trailer, an amused smile on her face which she tried in vain to hide. Jon looked up at her and narrowed his eyes.
"Don't….just…just…don't." Elbows on the arm rests of his chair, he buried his face in his hands. Mia smiled again, and removed the pile of papers from his lap, replacing them with the running schedule for the morning's show.
"More coffee?"
Jon looked up at her through his fingers. "Keep them coming." He watched her retreating figure and sighed, turning his attention to the schedule. "It's going to be a looooong day…"