<strong>Name/True Identity: Megara/ Megan "Meg" De Luca</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Location: Phil's Office<br/>Doing: Interviewing<br/>Tagging: Phil</strong><br/><br/>Meg snorted as she took in the small man's appearance.<em>This was the ever intimidating world class coach?</em>When he finally spoke, Megan rolled her eyes, leaning against the doorframe as she studied her nails.<br/><br/>She hoped her teacher was pleased by this shit. There was absolutely no reason that Meg, of ALL people, should have to do an interview. She wrote, she didn't talk, unless of course it was in scathing remarks and quips. Ms. Masters ran a small team of dedicated writers, ones she hand pulled out of her creative writing classes to write on the news team. Last week, after handing in a particularly impressive paper, Megan had been recruited. So here she was, waiting to waste good "town" time to talk to a short-angry little man who had absolutely no want for her in his office. The feeling was decidedly mutual.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright then. How does it feel to have the loudest bellow this side of the world?"</strong>Meg looked up at him for a second, not really expecting an answer before she continued.<strong>"'The people' want to know, what do you think makes a star athlete?" </strong>The piece wasn't about the coach, but the athletics department as a whole. She really just needed an end quote, and hopefully Phil had enough experience with the paper that he knew what she was after. Ms. Masters had insisted that he would be an "absolutely amazing" person to get said quote from...and here she was.<br/><br/>Megan cocked her head, a hand lazily resting on her hip as she waited for him to answer.