A/N- this story in no way reflects the personalities of anyone on
Angel or even how I assume they act, their behavior is merely for my
convenience while writing this. Thanks
A/N- a few other things, since this story is about the actors, not characters on the show, here is a guide of who's who:
David=Angel, Charisma=Cordelia, Amy=Fred, J. August=Gunn, Andy=Lorne, Vincent=Connor. Also, the episode mentioned at the beginning of this fanfic was written by David Greenwalt, again the alteration was for my convenience.
"So is this the series finale or what?" J. August asked as soon as the director called cut.
"No, just a big cliff hanger." Someone yelled from where the crew stood.
"Oh- okay." J. August replied and walked toward his trailer.
However, he only a few steps when Charisma cut him off as she stomped toward the writers.
"Who did this!!!!!?" She screamed, J. August stopped to listen in, this should be good. Charisma held out a copy of the script they had just finished shooting. "Who made me leave? I was about to confess my love for Angel and you make me leave? What idiot thought of that? It was Gellar wasn't it? She still thinks she's got a shot with him doesn't she? I told her on the first season of Buffy that Cordy was destined to get him, but does she listen? No. She gets all ooo, I'm the main character, and then just when our debate got good she has the nerve to say it's just a show and I take things to far. Now WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????" Charisma ranted.
A short writer with dark brown hair shrunk back in the corner and tried to slump away. It was too late, she'd spotted him.
"YOU! You did this. I was gonna be dating the guy the show is named after by the end of the season and you ruined it!" She rolled the script up and began to feverishly whack him over the head.
Boy crossed the wrong girl. J. August thought.
"Hey what's going on here?" David Greenwalt jogged toward them.
"He ruined my big love confession!" Charisma shouted, still hitting the writer.
"Hey, Hey. STOP!!!!!!!!" The poor little writer whimpered. "I'll re write the whole thing just let me go." At this point he was literally in tears.
"It's a little late now isn't it?" She said and stormed off. J. August shook his head and began again to walk to his trailer, but was cut off again as Charisma came back to rant again. But to his surprise she only said to words, "I quit." That was it an she walked off. She didn't even look back.
Whoa, guess Amy's the new leading lady. He thought and continued, yet again, to walk to his trailer.
"What was that?" Amy asked, walking away from the hotel set.
"Charisma freaked out again." J. August answered.
"Was it like last time?" Amy asked, genuinely worried.
"Yep, she beat up the writer and then quit." J. August shook his head in shame.
"Wow, that's the third time this week." Amy looked amazed that charisma had beat her own record.
From behind they heard a now familiar laugh. Vincent was closing in on them, they started to walk away, but it was to late.
"Hey guys!" He yelled, "Wait up!"
"Maybe we can pretend we didn't hear him." J. August suggested.
"No, that would be mean." Amy replied, sounding very much like her TV persona.
"Hi Jay-Jay!" Vincent had caught up with them.
"Hi Vinnie." J. August replied, very disturbed by his new nickname.
"Oh cool, so are we homies or homeboys or whatever now? I mean we have the nicknames and all."
J. August's eyes widened. "Umm… I have to go… umm pray or help poor kids or something. Bye." J. August ran off, glad he was faster than scrawny boy back there. He didn't lie though, Amy would be mad if he did, and he kinda liked her. He prayed to god that Joss would kill Connor off… QUICKLY.
"Okay. See you later. Peace out dogg!" Vincent yelled after him, then turned to Amy Acker who was turning red while trying her best not to laugh.
"Are you okay?" He asked, no longer trying to sound like he was from the "ghetto mid-west".
"I, need… to go." She giggled and ran off.
David stormed in. The plot thickens.
"Who the he-?" David started.
"No cursing please." Any reminded from the table she had settled at.
"Sorry, who the heck wrote this!!!!??" He boomed.
This time the writer didn't bother with being subtle. He ran straight off the set and stole a golf cart from some tourists. He zoomed off at top speed, he was in a golf cart so top speed was 5mph, but it was top speed nonetheless.
"I can't work like this! I'm going to be stuck at the bottom of the Atlantic for God only knows how long and I want oranges!!" David screamed.
"No you're not." Amy said after taking a long drink of her apple juice.
"Not what?" David asked, sounding hopeful.
"Going to be stuck at the bottom of the Atlantic."
"Really, what's the twist?" he asked.
"You sunk in the Pacific." Amy explained.
"Shut up banana head!" David yelled.
"Hey Dad, what's wrong?" Vincent said running up to David.
"I'm not you dad." David tried to explain.
"Oh yes you are. It says so right here in the script. 'Angel is Connor's dad'." Vincent held up his proof.
"It's a TV show and that's not a script, it's a napkin you wrote on with a crayon." David yelled.
"So… what's wrong?" Vincent repeated.
"You, you little freak. Everything was fine until you came along. I can't take this. I won't. There are at least two, well one other show that would sign me, well give me an audition in a second. I quit." He stormed off the set Charisma style.
Whoa. Amy thought, sipping at the last of her apple juice. The two stars have quit. Maybe this will be the last season.
A/N- a few other things, since this story is about the actors, not characters on the show, here is a guide of who's who:
David=Angel, Charisma=Cordelia, Amy=Fred, J. August=Gunn, Andy=Lorne, Vincent=Connor. Also, the episode mentioned at the beginning of this fanfic was written by David Greenwalt, again the alteration was for my convenience.
"So is this the series finale or what?" J. August asked as soon as the director called cut.
"No, just a big cliff hanger." Someone yelled from where the crew stood.
"Oh- okay." J. August replied and walked toward his trailer.
However, he only a few steps when Charisma cut him off as she stomped toward the writers.
"Who did this!!!!!?" She screamed, J. August stopped to listen in, this should be good. Charisma held out a copy of the script they had just finished shooting. "Who made me leave? I was about to confess my love for Angel and you make me leave? What idiot thought of that? It was Gellar wasn't it? She still thinks she's got a shot with him doesn't she? I told her on the first season of Buffy that Cordy was destined to get him, but does she listen? No. She gets all ooo, I'm the main character, and then just when our debate got good she has the nerve to say it's just a show and I take things to far. Now WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????" Charisma ranted.
A short writer with dark brown hair shrunk back in the corner and tried to slump away. It was too late, she'd spotted him.
"YOU! You did this. I was gonna be dating the guy the show is named after by the end of the season and you ruined it!" She rolled the script up and began to feverishly whack him over the head.
Boy crossed the wrong girl. J. August thought.
"Hey what's going on here?" David Greenwalt jogged toward them.
"He ruined my big love confession!" Charisma shouted, still hitting the writer.
"Hey, Hey. STOP!!!!!!!!" The poor little writer whimpered. "I'll re write the whole thing just let me go." At this point he was literally in tears.
"It's a little late now isn't it?" She said and stormed off. J. August shook his head and began again to walk to his trailer, but was cut off again as Charisma came back to rant again. But to his surprise she only said to words, "I quit." That was it an she walked off. She didn't even look back.
Whoa, guess Amy's the new leading lady. He thought and continued, yet again, to walk to his trailer.
"What was that?" Amy asked, walking away from the hotel set.
"Charisma freaked out again." J. August answered.
"Was it like last time?" Amy asked, genuinely worried.
"Yep, she beat up the writer and then quit." J. August shook his head in shame.
"Wow, that's the third time this week." Amy looked amazed that charisma had beat her own record.
From behind they heard a now familiar laugh. Vincent was closing in on them, they started to walk away, but it was to late.
"Hey guys!" He yelled, "Wait up!"
"Maybe we can pretend we didn't hear him." J. August suggested.
"No, that would be mean." Amy replied, sounding very much like her TV persona.
"Hi Jay-Jay!" Vincent had caught up with them.
"Hi Vinnie." J. August replied, very disturbed by his new nickname.
"Oh cool, so are we homies or homeboys or whatever now? I mean we have the nicknames and all."
J. August's eyes widened. "Umm… I have to go… umm pray or help poor kids or something. Bye." J. August ran off, glad he was faster than scrawny boy back there. He didn't lie though, Amy would be mad if he did, and he kinda liked her. He prayed to god that Joss would kill Connor off… QUICKLY.
"Okay. See you later. Peace out dogg!" Vincent yelled after him, then turned to Amy Acker who was turning red while trying her best not to laugh.
"Are you okay?" He asked, no longer trying to sound like he was from the "ghetto mid-west".
"I, need… to go." She giggled and ran off.
David stormed in. The plot thickens.
"Who the he-?" David started.
"No cursing please." Any reminded from the table she had settled at.
"Sorry, who the heck wrote this!!!!??" He boomed.
This time the writer didn't bother with being subtle. He ran straight off the set and stole a golf cart from some tourists. He zoomed off at top speed, he was in a golf cart so top speed was 5mph, but it was top speed nonetheless.
"I can't work like this! I'm going to be stuck at the bottom of the Atlantic for God only knows how long and I want oranges!!" David screamed.
"No you're not." Amy said after taking a long drink of her apple juice.
"Not what?" David asked, sounding hopeful.
"Going to be stuck at the bottom of the Atlantic."
"Really, what's the twist?" he asked.
"You sunk in the Pacific." Amy explained.
"Shut up banana head!" David yelled.
"Hey Dad, what's wrong?" Vincent said running up to David.
"I'm not you dad." David tried to explain.
"Oh yes you are. It says so right here in the script. 'Angel is Connor's dad'." Vincent held up his proof.
"It's a TV show and that's not a script, it's a napkin you wrote on with a crayon." David yelled.
"So… what's wrong?" Vincent repeated.
"You, you little freak. Everything was fine until you came along. I can't take this. I won't. There are at least two, well one other show that would sign me, well give me an audition in a second. I quit." He stormed off the set Charisma style.
Whoa. Amy thought, sipping at the last of her apple juice. The two stars have quit. Maybe this will be the last season.