Now! with Todd and Candy: The Production Meeting Room
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				Title: <strong>Now! with Todd and Candy: The Production Meeting Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 05:34:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Now</strong>! <em>with Todd and Candy</em></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>Production Meeting Room -- Staff Only!</strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/productionoffice.jpg)</div><br><br>Staff Meetings are conducted two hours before the start of the show, lasting anywhere from a half hour to an hour (or more depending on the moods of the staff) to review the day's show, future shows, and address any concerns.&nbsp; Executive Producers, Producers, Director, Assistants and Hosts are present for the meeting, as well as other production staff.&nbsp; There are some mornings the show has remembered to provide a breakfast tray from the buffet for the production meeting room, though often than not someone is sent on an errand to ensure no complaints begin being murmured.&nbsp; More than once mayhem has broken out in this small room and after one particular meeting, all breakable objects that are capable of being thrown have been removed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now! with Todd and Candy: The Production Meeting Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 10:23:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>TIME: 08:50 AM</strong></span></div><br><strong>Mikey Kenneth - Waiting impatiently...</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/MenHairstyles09.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>"Where the bloody hell is my staff?!"</strong>&nbsp; Executive Producer Mikey Kenneth's bellowed from The Production Meeting room. The empty meeting room, except for him, a plate of danishes and fruit, and a small coffee service.&nbsp; It didn't matter that the daily meeting didn't start for another ten minutes: he hated being the only one in a meeting room.&nbsp; Stress lines were already forming at the corners of his mouth and eyes, served as a reminder he really needed another shot of botox soon.&nbsp; Eyes flashed behind the lenses of his (cheap) designer frame glasses and he rubbed a hand over the smooth cut of his hair as he saw two of the Associate Producers come down the hallway, moving at really could only be considered a glacial pace as they were spending more time whispering to each other than moving.&nbsp; <br><br>"Come on people, is it really difficult to move your asses in the morning!" he snapped, sliding his hand onto his hip, the other clutching a clipboard thickly padded with papers, charts and memos.&nbsp; Immediately the two associates quickened their pace, one biting down onto her lower lip to stop what would have been an ill timed comment.&nbsp; Down the hallway he saw a few more of the production team, but not yet any of the major players.&nbsp; Or even his own assistant.&nbsp; Crossing his arms, he stood there waiting beside the doorway and drew his unfortunate attention to one of the stage hands that was trying to slip by.<br><br>"You there.&nbsp; Tony.&nbsp; Go rap on some doors -- Candy, Todd, the guy who thinks he's in show biz, and Doctor Lulu --"<br><br>"Gabby?"&nbsp; Tony squeaked up; Mikey's eyes narrowed.<br><br>"Lulu, Gabby, go get the nut jobs!&nbsp; All of them!"<br><br>Swallowing hard, Tony went dashing down the hallway and headed for the dressing rooms.&nbsp; Exhaling a long breath, Mikey whirled back with a small flair into the meeting room and took his seat at the head of the table, noted the freshly filled cup of coffee at his spot and gave a very, very small smile to the two Associate Producers.&nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now! with Todd and Candy: The Production Meeting Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 10:42:45</strong>
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				<strong>Candle "Candy" Light -- Missing a slipper...</strong><br><br>There was, she knew, another slipper somewhere, one that looked just the one in her hand.&nbsp; Candle was quite sure she had <em>just</em> had it, except "just" was at least an hour ago and before she had given into temptation.&nbsp; She really had planned on waiting until after the show before lighting up a joint, but the little bugger had been sitting there on her vanity, just waiting for her.&nbsp; Not that she remembered having left one there, especially not if Mikey or Rob decided to make a dressing room visit -- or, spirits forbid, Todd.&nbsp; Sighing, Candle shoved a hand through her thick mane of tousled black curls and flung open her dressing room door, peeped out into what was the usual morning chaos.<br><br>"Has anyone seen my slipper?"&nbsp; No response.&nbsp; Candle pouted, cocked her head to the side.&nbsp; "It's white and fluffy, has a small line pearls stitched in, a gorgeous three inch heel, and costs more than what you make in a week?&nbsp; Anybody!"&nbsp; That turned a few heads as her tone grew louder and had stage hands and technical crew looking at each other, then around the back area of the set as if the slipper would magically appear.&nbsp; In the next few moments all tasks seemed to be dropped as Candy came out further and the <del>man</del> slipper hunt began.&nbsp; Still, five minutes later, the heeled slipper hadn't been revealed and any thoughts of continuing the search were interrupted with:<br><br><em>"Where the bloody hell is my staff?!"</em><br><br>"Shit," she whispered, scrunched up her nose and couldn't help but smile as a couple of cameramen rolled their eyes at the EP's shout.&nbsp; Ah, glorious Monday mornings!&nbsp; Mikey really needed to get laid; this Monday morning routine was really starting to get old.&nbsp; Tightening the sash on her new Chinese silk robe, yet one more gift that had appeared in her dressing room this morning (but at least this one she knew where it came from), Candle whirled back toward her dressing room.&nbsp; One more hit was taken off the joint as she cast her eyes back over the space for the slipper, and just as she was already starting to forget what the meeting, Tony, the stage hand, timidly poked his head into the room and cleared his throat.<br><br>"Mikey wants nuts -- your nuts.&nbsp; No!&nbsp; Meeting.&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; He wants you there," he blurted out and then quickly ran off, headed for the next 'nut job' he could find before he had to see anymore of Candle's amused expression.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't have nuts, Tony, I have tits!&nbsp; And I sure as hell hope Mikey didn't come out of the 'straight' closet," the latter mutter under her breath as she, and the one slipped she still had in her hand, headed down to the production room, noted a few others also slipping in.&nbsp; Deliberately she paused here and there in the vain search for her other slipped before she came sailing into the room and dropped gracefully into her chair, turned her pouty lips onto Mikey.<br><br>"Someone stole my slipper.&nbsp; Fix it."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 23:49:10</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalie</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> - meeting, lost slipper, meeting ... what a morning!</span></span></em><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i53.tinypic.com/72bqer.png)</div>Natalie dressed pristinely in a navy trouser suit with pale blue blouse, buttoned right up to her neck and tied with a delicate looking bow looked as out of place in the madness of the production set as a rose in field of cacti but she loved it here, as stressful as it was, as crazy as those she had to work with were; she loved it. Even now on her way to the early morning meeting, getting waylaid to find Candle Lights ridiculously expensive slipper did not upset her well placed smile or air of decorum. She tried to maintain her professionalism at all costs though she had to admit, maintaining that equilibrium here was a tough task most days.<br><br>Glancing at her watch she had about five minutes left, Mikey had already hollered for his staff which had made her cringe. She always preferred being in there before any of them showed up and now she'd have more or less crap flung at her for half the day for being his version of late. She was not tardy and hated not being her usual punctual self but she also knew that Candle needed to be placated as best as possible. With a sigh she scratched her perfectly tied up hair that fell in a neat ponytail down her back and standing up from her search behind a few dumpsters decided someone else would simply have to find the blasted slipper.<br><br><strong>"Sorry I'm late</strong>" she smiled as she entered the room, knowing at best she was probably bang on time now if anything. The associate producers were there as was Candy and of course Mikey. She winced on seeing he already had his coffee and noted that she'd have to thank whoever had set him up with it later, unless of course he had poured his own then she would surely get an ear full.<br><br><strong>"Can I fix any one coffee, tea ...?"</strong> she smiled once again laying her own clipboard down on the table where she always sat and moved to the refreshment desk. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 10:58:18</strong>
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				<strong>TODD LANDRY</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.cbsnews.com/i/cbsnews/2009/01/30/image4764474g.jpg)</div>Todd was fuming. Mikey and Rob hadn't just seized creative control of the show's content from him - this used to be his show, darn it!&nbsp; - they were also being complete control freaks about it. He could hear the jittery little assbandit shouting from the production room. Soon enough, there was a knock on his door.<br><br>"Damn it, Tony, I'm coming!" he shouted, straightening his tie in the mirror, then hurried out of his dressing room to the production meeting room. Just his luck. Candy, Natalie, Mikey and his slave drones were all there already. Why did every meeting have to start five minutes early? He nodded at the executive producer with a weary smile. "Good morning, Mikey. What's got you so worked up? Are we being sued by the Westboro Baptist Church again?" <br><br>Waving at Natalie, he asked for his stress relief caffeine overdose of choice. "Good morning! A black coffee please, Natalie, no sugars." Sipping his coffee, Todd looked over the stack of paper ready for him on the meeting table. They'd have quite a menagerie on the show today. Two harlots of B-list celebrities, internet perverts, a teenage mom who'd slept with half her trailer park, the usual.<br><br>"So Candy, what do you think?" he asked, deciding to put her on the spot and stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I figured we'd get the unemployed millions watching with our book interview with the porn star, then bring on Charity Grace for a quick conversation about her new album and tour before we have her get into a fight with Tiger Bane. Then, we go to commercials and bring on the internet couple. Mikey, do we have a guest list with dressing rooms assignments for Natalie? We'll want to keep the internet pervert away from the porn star, before we get another high profile rape case. I think we all remember last time Keller had a touch of sunstroke and ran amok. Some of those Olympic female soccer players were out of action for two months!"
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