Tony spent the rest of the week
distracting himself from his troubles with Alison by throwing himself
into understanding and developing his new character.
Over the course of 48 hours he had
tried no fewer than 18 different methods of playing Tony James,
including six different accents, two speech impediments, three
variants of sexuality and one thankfully brief attempt at sounding
urban. He had managed to narrow it down to two, both with similar
accents to his own, and was now weighing up the finer points of the
character in his head.
Of all the many many characters Tony
had played, he wanted to get this one right. The complexities and
nuances of Tony James would make a massive amount of difference to
how the character would be perceived. Too angry and people wouldn't
empathise with him at all, too nice, and it would make no difference
to his contract fiasco.
In many respects this was the most
complicated person Tony had ever been asked to play, a combination of
himself and the very opposite, wedged together in an angry little
ball of frustration. Tony knew how to play himself, but he had never
really been required to stretch his definition of his person in this
way before.
At 9pm the night before the show, Tony
finally reached the point where he was happy with his character. Like
all good creations, Tony James would evolve, although hopefully he
wouldn't have many shows left with which to evolve in, but the core
was now there. Happy with his work so far, Tony opened a beer and
started to watch TV.
Although he didn't normally watch LTV,
he had noticed that Britain's Next Top Hairdresser was on, and as
Alison was out, he thought he'd watch Abbie in action.
“That's a wonderful design you have
created there Marcus, with just one small problem.” Abbie remarked
to the contestant. “You got half of the dye on her face.”
As the picture of the poor model with
bright purple splodges on her face, as if suffering from some weird
cartoon disease, appeared on screen, Tony laughed out loud, instantly
feeling guilty for doing so.
“I'm sure you'll agree that is a
pretty significant problem.” Abbie continued.
Marcus looked at the floor of the
elaborate salon themed set in embarrassment.
“However, in most other areas you
were excellent. So you get one more chance. Brush up on the dye!”
“Thank you.” a flustered Marcus
uttered.
The voiceover came on. “Find out who
else is through to the next round of Britain's Next Top Hairdresser
after this short break.”
“He was a man with nothing to lose.”
a trailer for one of LTV's future shows appeared. “A cop whose
reputation lay in ruins decides to take the law into his own hands to
bring justice against the man who murdered his wife.”
Well this looks original, chuckled
Tony.
“With both the police, and the
murderer on his tail, it won't be long before all hell breaks loose.”
Tony sighed.
“Starring Robert Nordstrom as Jimmy
Mackenzie, and Mario Wright as Alistair Frank. Bloodshed. Starts this
Autumn on LTV.”
Tony stared at the screen, not quite
sure what he had just seen. What on earth was Robert Nordstrom doing
on a generic cop drama series? Two minutes later, he was distracted
back to reality by a trailer for his own show, led by the clips he
had pre-recorded before the first show.
“On this week's Tony James Show, we
have some great guests and a few unexpected surprises, be sure to
tune in.” A distinctly plain haired, sensibly dressed Tony James
remarked.
Tony chuckled a nervous laugh.
“The Tony James Show is sponsored by
Planet X energy drink, rocket fuel for the stars.”
Somewhere, in an apartment a few miles
away, a writer felt a weird breeze on the back his neck.
“Be sure to catch this week's Tony
James Show for the chance to win £20,000 in Tony's new quiz,
Celebrity Spin.”
Tony leapt off of his seat in anger. He
had heard nothing about this, Gerald hadn't even seen the... right.
In the immortal words of Bugs Bunny, Tony said to himself. “You do
realise that this means war.
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