Nate Danger (provenate) wrote in remains_freenet, @ 2016-03-09 20:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [03] march, # interview, # username: inthemiddle, # username: slapinthefarce |
Interview
[It’s a blustery day. The wind is howling through the alleys made by the corrals of trailers and tents. Some of the tents during the day have become loose and have rolled off. Patches and kids are chasing after them, trying to get them to stay on the ground. There’s the threat of S’mores on days like this but so far no one's smelled that tell tale confectionary warning. It’s been a chore for Nate to bring all of his equipment into Demi’s trailer, even if he’s driven his truck as close as he can get it. Originally he’d wanted to do the interview out in the open, on her deck - happy to have the background sounds of children and motorcycles playing in the distance but the wind makes this impossible. Instead he sets-up in her trailer. Demi’s poured him whiskey and he’d grateful to have something to hold onto when he goes through his questions.
[It’s been a few weeks since the attacks and he’s able to sit on his ass again, behind the camera. He’s already explained to look at him, not the camera unless she wants to. That she doesn’t have to answer anything she doesn’t want to. He starts with the first question, camera zoomed in tight on Demi’s face as she sits across from him.] Can you tell me your whole name? [Demi is seated crossed legged on the bed in her trailer, Hobbes laying next to her with his massive head in her lap. The giant dog hasn’t left her side since she set foot back in the Dog Park, and she can’t blame him either, she’s missed the beast just as much as he missed her. In her hand was a chipped tea cup, the delicate porcelain thing holds whiskey and not tea. If she was tense or nervous it doesn’t show, instead there’s a steely resolve in her dark eyes.] Demi Lucia Rafferty. [Nate certainly appreciates all these whiskey drinkers and even if he can’t bring his woman to a ball, or have a breakfast made entirely of bacon, he’s happy to be here. Back with his brother and Demi, who’s been able to come back home for so long. He knows this interview won’t be easy for her. The whiskey makes it go down easier. He swallows and continues] Can you tell me about your childhood? [There was a relaxing of her shoulders when Nate asked to start off with her childhood. A faint smile appeared and she took a drink of the whiskey in her own cup, sussing out in her mind where she should start. The very beginning of her life seemed the most appropriate.] Would you believe I was one of those babies born to a teen mom in a mall? She was runaway and had me in a bathroom stall in Boulder City, Nevada on Christmas Eve. Turns out raising a kid wasn’t something she thought she could do, so she passed me off to a couple she knew. My mom and dad were the best damn thing that could have ever happened to me. [Demi paused there as a wave of emotion washed over her. She had no idea where her parents were or if they were still living and it stopped her short as she fought to keep her voice steady.] Maybe my birth mom always knew I would be a handful, so she stuck me with people who knew a thing or two about handling trouble. I was a ball of energy from day one, or so my mom told me. You know how parents always find something they hope will keep a kid out of trouble? Well, their solution was dance. I started ballet at three years old, and I think my mom was just relieved that it meant I’d only follow my daddy and his men around seventy-five percent of the time after that. [Nate smiles, interested and curious. It’s obvious that he’s surprised about her birth place. It’s unexpected. But he’s more curious about the two people she calls mom and dad] What are their names? Can you tell me more about them and their lives before and after they got you? [She glanced down and scratched behind Hobbes’ ear, Demi hadn't realized how hard it would be to talk about her parents while unsure as to where they were.] Patrick and Siobhan Rafferty. [Another pause as she lifted her gaze back up to look at Nate, her steely expression from earlier cracked to reveal the turmoil of emotions she was beginning to feel.] They got married young, and for years tried for kids. My daddy was a real force of nature, with one hell of an Irish temper. Mom on the other hand was real nurturing, she had the biggest heart and she was kind to everyone, unless you went after someone she loved. People have always said I'm my father’s daughter and I don't think they're wrong. Anyway, dad was a welder, so they started a business early on and mom managed it. But that couldn't keep my dad’s attention for long. He was a troublemaker and when he was just barely nineteen he and a bunch of his friends got it in their head to start a Motorcycle Club, the Road Devils. At first it wasn't a big deal. They just rode around, but pretty soon they got in with a group of guys who ran guns and before they knew it they were Outlaws. God, he must have been no older than twenty one when that happened. Mom took to that life like she'd been born for it, dad always said she was his queen. They were real damn happy for a real long time, they even forgot that they didn't have any kids. By the time I was dropped on their porch they'd given up on having a family outside of the one they'd created with the MC. I'm their miracle child, best damn Christmas present they ever got. [Demi stopped to smile at the memory, hearing those words not in her own voice, but her daddy's. She had quoted him there, though nobody but her would know that.] By the time I came along they had themselves a real dynasty, the Road Devils were a force to be reckoned with. God, I was treated like a princess from day one, and I never knew it wasn't normal to hang out in a biker bar, show up to school on the back of a motorcycle or visit your daddy in prison. How big was the club? [Nate is trying to get a feel for MC culture. It’s important because not many people know] Was there any danger? Were you ever afraid? There was my daddy, he was president, then his officers, so eight of them sat around the table. Under them was about thirty patched members in the Boulder City chapter, with four other chapters around Nevada and California that brought the whole count up to roughly two hundred I think. [Demi picked at the frayed edge of her jean shorts, tea cup set aside for the time being and her hands fidgeting in her lap. She wondered only briefly where those men might be now. Did they make it out of Boulder City, or Ely? Or did most of them fall victim to the outbreak or rot away in lock up?] Sweetheart, those men thrived on danger. I don’t think I ever took note of it as a child, they always made sure I was real protected. But I saw men brought in and laid out on the table to have bullets pulled out of them or wounds haphazardly stitched up and cops weren’t an uncommon sight around my daddy’s welding shop or the bar. [She laughed then at the question of if she was ever afraid.] Me? No, not afraid for myself. But I was real afraid for the guys, those men all meant a great deal to me. Most of them helped raise me, they were my family, plain and simple. [Nate listens intently. He is quiet, letting her speak, sipping his whiskey as she talks. He has a guide of questions he’s written in advanced but he’s also formulating new ones as she talks. One of those comes to mind] Did you consider joining the MC? [Before the question had even fully been formed Demi was already shaking her head no.] Only men could take on a patch. Not even the president’s little girl could bend that rule. No, I always figured I'd become some guy’s old lady. That's the closest to a patch I ever planned on getting. [Her expression was solemn as she finished speaking. Memories of Seth danced just on the edges of her mind as she recalled a life that felt like she had lived it a century ago.] Why only men?[That’s the problem with questions, sometimes he can’t keep up with all of them he wants to ask. They split off. Branched and threads to keep track of.] Was there anyone specific you thought you might marry? Tradition. When the Road Devil’s were started you didn't see women patching into MC’s. Women were property, which sounds harsh and anti-feminist, but that's just how the culture within most clubs worked. [Demi shifted on the bed, glancing into the camera lens momentarily before she looked back over at Nate. His next question struck a nerve and her heart begun to pound as she wrestled with the idea of discussing Seth. The whole point of this interview was to be honest, wasn't it? She took a calming breath, her voice was quiet as she began to answer the question.] At one point in time, yes. [Nate leaves the Camera alone. He adjusts nothing. Everything looks good from where he is. What isn’t always good is when he touched a nerve. It’s harder when he knows someone. When he wants to protect them instead of asking deeper, probing questions. He takes a deep breath.] Can you tell me about him? You don’t have to. [The last part is tacked on. It’s a shield if she needs it.] [Absentmindedly Demi wrapped an arm around her waist, her hand settling against her ribcage. The cotton of her shirt was hiding a feather tattoo that ran the length of her side almost, a mark she bore in Seth’s memory, though the only person who would know that was the man who inked it onto her body.] Can you give me a moment? [Demi straightened out her legs and climbed off the bed, gathering up the teacup as she went to locate the bottle of whiskey. She was going to need more of it if she was going to delve into this chapter of her life. With the whiskey poured, she reclaimed her seat in front of the camera, smiling softly as Hobbes settled his head back down onto her lap.] I was fifteen when I met Seth. He was prospecting with the club at the time and it used to be the guys would inflict the president’s mouthy daughter on the prospects, if they could survive me my daddy figured they could survive anything. He survived and managed to win me over. God, I thought it was going to be forever, me and him. [she paused than to take a deep breath, willing herself not to cry on camera.] Fate or bad luck had a different idea. Seth got arrested and never made it out of prison alive. That’s part of the danger of loving guys like him, you know you’re going to lose him sooner than you should. Still, I thought maybe he and I would beat the odds. [This is something Nate can understand. Although he and Bishop aren’t romantically involved, his friend and brother is the closest person he has. They’ve shared an epic history and he hopes there are more years and millions of more memories to share. He gulps down his own sip and nods gravely. He hates to say aloud that he understands.] What was he arrested for? Was he convicted? How long was the sentence supposed to be? [With each question it became easier and easier for Demi to dredge up the parts of her past she had kept so closely guarded.] Gun running, it's what my dad and his men did. Seth was convicted, and the sentence was for five years. He didn't even make it through one, though. [Her expression was grim and for the briefest of moments Demi looked straight into the camera before glancing back over to Nate.] It was never a question of if he would end up in jail, I wasn't naive to think he would dodge that. With those guys it was always a ‘when’ kind of question, because sooner or later they all did their time. That doesn’t sound easy, biding your time for your loved ones to go to jail for a criminal enterprise. Did you ever want them to stop? How did you feel about what they did? [Demi couldn’t deny that it wasn’t an easy life, being the one left on the outside while men she cared about were sitting behind bars. But it was the life she knew best. So with a shrug of her shoulders and her gaze still fixed on Nate she answered.] It wasn’t, not even a little bit. I didn’t know anything else, so I have no bench line of ‘normal’ to compare it to. Sweetheart, of course I wanted them to stop putting themselves at risk, but I couldn’t have made them stop anymore than anyone else could have. Honestly? They weren’t saints, but I can’t say I hated what they did. [Nate nods. He’s been battling his own question, sussing out his own complex feelings about Austin and everything inside it.] So it made sense for you when you found the Hellhounds. Were you relieved? How did you find them? [Now recalling how it was Demi came to be with the Hellhounds brought a faint smile to her face.] You could say that, yeah. The Dogs aren’t my dad and his guys, but they’re familiar in a way that the rest of Austin just wasn’t. I’m not sure you could say I found them, more like they found me. See, I had this habit of wandering around Austin whenever I got a little too restless inside of a shelter. One of those times I ran into Rodeo and his men, and god, he must of thought I was some bubble brained idiot who’d just swoon at his charm. I didn’t. That was the first time I met those guys and I figured after slapping Rodeo and aiming a gun at him, that was that. Turns out it wasn’t, a couple weeks later our paths crossed again and I suppose you could say the rest is history. Going with them seemed like a better option than going back to a shelter that was beginning to feel like a cage. [Nate feels there’s been a trail of tears that consists of bubble headed idiots. He laughs at Demi’s recollection] What shelter were you in before you ran across them? What were the differences between there and here? [Demi laughed, though it was not an overly happy noise. It was hollow and thin] The LBJ shelter, I went there because I knew Savannah Posey. The differences, god, I’m not even sure where to begin. I want it to be known that the LBJ is a good shelter, I’m just not a person designed to live with curfews and walls penning me in. That, I suppose it what was the biggest difference, with the Hellhounds I had a freedom I didn’t have when I was living within the safety of a shelter. This won’t likely shock you, but I’m not exactly used to safety in my life, it makes me feel, well, restless. When you’re raised with a threat of danger in everything, the mundane, the calm and the quiet is far more unsettling than danger could ever be. [Nate nods but he wants to know more] Free how? What could you do at the Dog Park than you couldn’t do at the LBJ? [There was a long pause after Nate asked his question, Demi considered all the differences and tried to find the right words to convey what she meant.] When I met up with the Hellhounds they weren’t at the Dog Park yet, so it wasn’t about the space they had claimed. It was about their culture, their way of life. There’s a freedom to it that you can’t find when you’re living underneath the rules and curfews of a shelter. The reliance on only themselves and not on the Capitol was appealing too, it felt more like how my dad would have tackled this whole post-apocalyptic thing. Everyone was expected to contribute in some way and the Officers still called the shots on most things, but I still felt more like I had a say in things than I ever did when I was living at the LBJ. How was it you contributed. What was your role at the Dog Park? [She brought the chipped tea cup up to her lips and took a drink. She wasn't buying time so much as she was ordering her thoughts. Explaining her ‘role’ would not be easy, many would hear what she had to say and find it demeaning, but to her it was anything but.] They're men with needs, right? I kept them company, gave them a reason to come back alive. They called us camp bitches, the rest of Austin called us hound whores. It was always our choice though, who we slept with and who we didn't. Hell, it was our choice whether we took on that role in the first place. The Dogs, they don't force women into that role for them. I chose it and frankly I'm not ashamed of it. If you asked the other bitches they'd tell you I acted like my role was queen of that place, there’s a hierarchy in camp, but I never really adhered to it. Pissed a lot of them off, and bothered them even more that the Dog King never forced me to remember my place either. [Nate looks perfectly neutral. He knows how it is there. Hell, before Bunny came he was “kept company” himself.] Camp Bitches is a pun? What is the hierarchy. Why would you be queen of the Dog Park? Is it a role you assumed or a role granted to you...by who? [Demi had to laugh at Nate’s question, though she knew the humor was likely lost on the scotsman.] Yes, and the hierarchy is simple. Officers, patches, old ladies, family and then the camp bitches. Every MC functions to some degree like this, authority given to the Officers and patches and the trickle down generally mapped out the same way the Dogs run their camp. Sweetheart, I wasn’t actually queen, but I’ve always been entitled, never necessarily had to adhere to the same social hierarchy as others in my Daddy’s MC, and I treated the Hellhounds kind of the same. So you could say I just assumed the title, and well, benefited from the fact that Rodeo - The Dog King, took a liking to me. It was easy to act like I was above everyone else when he wasn’t exactly telling me to fall back into line. [A nod. A new question has popped up] But Rodeo did ask you to toe the line. You weren’t just free to do whatever you wished. Is that how you ended up in La Quinta? What was that about? [She shook her head, an amused smile appeared on her face.] Darling, Rodeo never expected me to toe anything. He couldn’t keep me from yelling at him in public, which says a lot about the freedom he gave me around camp as well. You don’t just get to yell at the man in charge, unless he’s letting you do it -- and I know he was letting me, I have no illusions about that. So are you asking if Rodeo made me participate in the plan that landed my ass in La Quinta? He didn’t. That man never made me do a single thing, he knew better than that. By the time that deal came around you could say I was exclusively his, and they needed a woman for their plan to work. So he asked me to take part, which was a big deal. Things like that, they aren’t things you ask a camp bitch to do. There was a deeper reason behind his question, and because he meant something to me I said yes. My ending up in La Quinta is solely on me, I made the decision to take on the risk. Nobody twisted my arm and I wasn’t some starry eyed girl, I knew there was a chance things could go badly. Why aren’t they asked of Camp Bitches? Even if you were exclusively his...What was the deeper reason behind his question? How much did he mean to you? [There was a long stretch of silence that filled the trailer after Nate asked his questions. The idea that both strangers and friends alike would see this interview weighed heavily on her. The idea that Isaac would see this weighed on her. It forced her to pick her words wisely and accept being both vulnerable and exposed in ways she had rarely allowed herself to be. Finally Demi’s voice broke the silence again, her gaze fixed on Nate and not the camera.] Because like everything else in a club like this, there’s a breakdown of who gets to know pertinent information and bitches are at the bottom of that list. He and I, we kept everything unofficial, almost pretending like things weren’t as serious as they were. I didn’t want my heart broken again, and he didn’t ever seem to like settling down with just one girl. So it wasn’t like anyone could have accused either one of us of being the committed type when things started up between us. But somehow over the course of time things shifted until eventually everyone else would have said we were together and just refusing to label it as such, maybe trying to avoid the reality of it. At least I think I was, even if I knew I was already in a hell of a lot deeper than I ever planned to be, there was no denying that I didn’t care to be with anyone but him. So, I can only assume by his asking me to take part in that plan, he was asking me something without really asking it, testing out the waters I guess and seeing how I would respond. I’m pretty sure he meant to ask me a bigger question after everything was said and done. Meant to change things between us from unofficial, to something with a label, but we never got to have that conversation, for obvious reasons. [Demi paused there, sipping from her tea cup before she answered Nate’s final question.] I cared about him more than I had cared about anyone in a real long time, so I guess you could say he meant the world to me at the time. Which is why I did what I did, you could say my agreeing to take part in that plan was my way of telling him how I really felt, without actually telling him. [Nate’s aware that things have gone on, that time didn’t stop moving and people continued to live.] How did he react when he found out you were alive? [She recalled that first phone call, the one facilitated by Adelaide, and it felt like so much had happened, so much had changed since that moment. Demi had spewed lies, some lines that weren’t lies anymore - such as her relationship with Isaac - to try and keep him safe, and yet somehow -- probably because of fate -- Rodeo still found himself inside La Quinta and in the clutches of the mayor. Demi twirled a piece of hair around one of her fingers, a restless habit really, and took her time with answering.] Considering him and everyone else probably thought I was dead, he reacted exactly the way I would have expected him too. He had to make sure it was really me, you know? Nobody associated with the Hellhounds had ever come out of La Quinta alive before. I can’t say the phone call he and I had was a happy one. It wasn’t some fairy tale ending where we went back to how we were like time hadn't passed and feelings hadn't changed. No, it ended in a fight, which in all fairness had always been par for the course between us no matter what we were to each other. [Nate knows some of the story. Not all. He’s trying to connect the dots, bridge all that bad water.] You came back here though. Did you see yourself staying? Making a go at the Capitol? Did you leave anyone behind? Any regrets? [Demi’s expression visibly shifted, her dark eyes reflecting a sadness that was almost too big to put into words. She raised one hand, grasping for a locket that was no longer around her neck. It was with Isaac, or at least she hoped it was - same with everything else he ever gave her. Demi had been whisked off to La Quinta without those items, and selfishly she was grateful for that. At least they hadn't been lost to wherever things went after the inmates were processed.] Didn’t really have a choice in leaving, sweetheart. And even if I did, this place is home and I think I knew I would eventually end up back her. [Her voice caught and she can felt the tears threatening to fall as her mind zeroed in on Nina and Cal. Isaac was safe, but her friends, people she cared about, were still in the belly of the beast.] Anyone who’s anyone knew I’d never make it long term in that ivory tower. I originally stayed because I thought it would keep Rodeo safe...and then Isaac happened. That man turned my whole world on it’s head and wormed his way into my heart before I even knew what was happening. [Demi paused there to take a calming breath.] My regret is that right now he and I aren't in the same place. Being apart, it’s hell. I...I wish he was here with me now, that I was waking up with the man I care about laying next to me, but he’s safe and right now that's all I can ask for. Do you have any plans to contact him? [There wasn't even an ounce of hesitation in Demi as she answered Nate’s point blank question about her intentions to contact Isaac. The truth was she already had, the second day she was out of La Quinta - the distance already eating at her.] I already have. I needed to know that he was okay, that he wasn’t within Olinger’s grasp anymore, so I contacted him the day after the jailbreak... [She stopped herself short before she confessed her love for him on camera. The whole of Austin didn’t need to hear her say it, Isaac had and that was all that mattered to her. The words had been confessed in a dingy room in La Quinta the day he came to see her and give her the details of the jailbreak and now Demi’s only hope was that someday she would be able to say them to him again under better circumstances.] [Nate is afraid for her and for the man she has contacted. It is a dangerous thing, whatever it is they have and all of Austin will be able to access this interview soon. He doesn’t want to ask where Isaac is. He doesn’t want this interview to be his death.] What other plans do you have? Now that you’re out of La Quinta, out of the Capitol? Do you want to lay low or something else entirely? [The expression that slipped onto Demi’s features was a serious one, gone was the pain of a heart that ached to be with the person she cared about, and in it’s place was a cold kind of resolve in her dark eyes.] Laying low hasn’t ever really been my style. What I want to see is the Capitol pay for what they did to me, for the joke that is their ‘justice’ system. Olinger wants the whole city to believe he’s a kind leader, but he’s not. He’s cutthroat and conniving. He wants the world to fear the Hellhounds, but who they should really be afraid of is him and the people he has doing his dirty work for him. [Nate needs to ask the question. he needs to draw it out from her] You mean the guards? What is his motivation do you think? You were inside, you were there...what do you think is happening? [Demi couldn’t help but laugh at the idea that she might have any kind of understanding as to what might really be happening.] The guards, the patrolmen, the warden, basically anyone Olinger can get on his payroll. Isn’t it clear? He wants to rule Austin and he’ll take down anyone who even remotely threatens that goal. Darling, I don’t have any idea what’s really happening. This is all speculation, after all it’s not like Olinger and I were close while I was there. [She paused to take another sip from the teacup, the strain of this conversation was beginning to show in the slump of her shoulders and the way in which she haphazardly shoved her hair out of her face.] Truthfully, your guess is probably as good as mine. I’m just full of Capitol gossip and information pertaining to the brutality displayed against innocent people within the walls of their jail. Is there a Rebellion starting? What about others…[Nate means Cal but he doesn’t say it out right. ] [She raised the teacup to her lips again, emptying it before she answered.] Sweetheart, the Hellhounds have been working at starting a rebellion against the mayor since the moment that feud began. But if you mean others? I don't know. I’ve been on house arrest and later in La Quinta for the last couple of months. If there was a rebellion starting I wasn’t a part of it, but I do know there’s other people living in the Capitol who aren’t comfortable with the mayor’s regimen anymore than we are. [She had a sneaking suspicion they’re both thinking of a DoR agent they know, but she was not going to mention Cal by name, because as far as she knew the Capitol still believed he was their happy little DoR errand boy.] What will happen to those people if the Mayor and his regimen fall?[Nate asks her because she’s been here longer than he has, been in La Quinta, and been at the Capitol all. She knows Austin. Knows the people. He’s an outsider to Austin and even to this country in some aspects.] Do you think those people would know how to survive if they weren’t allowed all of the excess that they have now...meat, running water, military assistance? What do you think will happen? [Demi was silent for a long moment, she never bothered to think about what might happen if the Mayor fell out of power. She hadn't thought about it because it always seemed like a far off possibility, a pipe dream almost.] I think someone more worthy of holding the position will step up and make sure those people don't end up a causality of a world they could, up until that point, pretend didn't exist outside their walls. They may end up losing some of their luxuries, but I believe they won't lose everything. If anything whoever takes power next might be more magnanimous and share the luxuries the Capitol has with everyone else in Austin. [she paused.] Of course nobody can truly know what will happen until it happens. Right now this is all speculation, I mean who knows if the Mayor can even be taken down…. [Nate wants to ask if she has any idea who might step up in that position but he needs to be mindful. Calling attention to anyone that could have an inkling of doing such a thing would immediately be put them in harm’s way. Demi’s suggestion is a hopeful one and he’ll leave it at that. Besides, this is her story] When was the last time you’ve danced? Do you still have your ballet shoes? I’d love to see something. [The change in topic was abrupt, but welcome. Demi couldn’t name names, and wouldn't have even if she could. So instead she focused on the new topic, climbing off of her bed and kneeling down to pull out a crate of stuff. She lifted it up and set it back on the bed before taking her seat again.] An official routine? Years. But I danced in the Capitol, Isaac converted space in hi-- our apartment. And I do still have my pointe shoes, multiple sets actually. [Demi stopped herself from going into a lengthy explanation as to how pointe shoes wear out quickly. Instead she lifted an eyebrow and looked directly at Nate as she asked.] You want to see something right now? [Nate nods. He does. He wouldn’t have asked if not. It was a part of who she was. Something she could demonstrate. The arts were an important motivator, even now in these times and absolutely knew that he wanted to watch her tie on her shoes and let him observe that part of Demi that was missing in this interview.] I can stop the camera until you are ready. Don’t feel obligated. [Demi set aside the pointe shoes she had been holding, knowing that as much as she would have loved to slip them on and dance, there wasn’t a suitable place in the Dog Park to dance en pointe.] No, I would like to. We can't do it here though and it won't be en pointe. [Her trailer was obviously too small and without a proper studio or stage pointe became difficult - the ground in the Greenbelt wasn't ideal for it.] We can do it right outside if that would work. [Nate turns off the Camera. When it’s turned back on they are outside. The wind hasn’t let up but it’s added something to the background. The skeletons of scorched trees wave as a backdrop. He doesn’t say anything. Everything he’s said to her has already been explained. That she can start to dance when she is ready. That when she is done she can stop. There is no pressure here. Just a story.] [Demi waited patiently for Nate to set up his equipment outside, taking that time to stretch and warm up. There was millions of routines she could do, acquired over many many years of dancing. But she decided on something simple and when Nate gave her the go ahead Demi didnt’ look into the camera at all as she began to dance. The routine wasn't long or as showy as some of the other routines she could have done, but it held a place in her heart because it was the first solo Seth ever saw her dance. When she finished, Demi looked past the camera to Nate, smiled and took a bow.] Ta da! [Nate is a lover of arts and expression and dance is one of those most primitive. It is all emotion. Every muscle is used to emote and he is enthralled. He doesn’t have one iota of the grace she possesses and he is instantly gratified that he had made the leap and asked her to demonstrate this amazing talent. When she is done he claps enthusiastically.] I feel as if I’ve just viewed something quite rare. [Demi smiled brightly, soaking up the praise that Nate gave her. She had always loved performing, partly for this very reason. Now that she wasn't dancing, she stood just off center in the camera frame, still looking past it to speak to the man conducting the interview.] I suppose you could say dance is fairly rare these days, [there was a wistful tone to her voice as she spoke.] Thank you though, I appreciate the praise. So, did you have any other questions for me? [Nate looks surprised. Then thoughtful. Does he? At last he shakes his head.] Do you have anything more you wish to share? [After Demi considered his question for a moment, she shook her head ‘no’.] I think I’ve said my peace. |