*with a long-suffering sigh* Yes, I did receive your fax, actually, and if you had bothered to read mine, you'd know that G-Force ultimately deemed every seating arrangement possible at White Key unacceptable, and so decided to nix the fireworks display after all.
override the usual timetable your fans would love you
*wonders if you're trying to make some sort of joke?* *(leave it to the professionals, honey)* *rather pityingly, since you clearly wouldn't know good taste if it glued itself to your tongue* There doesn't tend to be much overlap between my fans and Glorfindel's fans, Duilin. *reconsiders* Of course, I can't speak to what they do behind closed doors, but that's between them and their Eru.
*folds his hands together and enunciates very slowly and carefully, as all these "words" and "ideas" seem to be quite beyond your comprehension* Now unless you have other venue options you'd like to discuss, and a very compelling reason why I should discuss them on this little notice, feel free to shove your trite intimidation tactics—which are very effective, by the way—up your box and maybe give yourself a shiver. Because I would very much like to go about my business if you're done holding me hostage. *scratches his nose* Or if you're not.