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This was something wonderful! The soft and nice Mr. Hardy was amazing and it was. It was a pleasure to read it! Short and sweet!
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DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE || TOM HARDY DRABBLE
Words: 612
Summary: you're a reporter who has to lead the interview with Tom Hardy and Riz Ahmed. Unfortunately, you mess the two actors because of the stress during live program. What's going to happen?
Author's note: I was participating in writing challenge hosted by @thepaperpanda and my prompt was no. 23.
The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look toward the window, as if the light could soothe me. There is static in my head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress I live with. I hear my own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of me I didn't know I had left to give. That's the way it is when people are hard. It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no other person can see. This day is awful, I think to myself as I sit on the marble stairs leading to the television studio. How could I have messed my guests during live program?!
It had to be a simple thing to me, an experienced reporter. I had to lead the interview with my two guests, one of them was Tom Hardy, when other one was Riz Ahmed, the two shining stars of Venom movie.
"Don't you cry no more."
I hear the strong, deep voice, very familiar to me and I lift my chin up and turn head around to see no one else but Tom Hardy himself standing right behind me, leaning casually against the wall.
I burst in tears again, waving hand at him. "I can explain," I say with trembling voice. "I was prepared, I really was, it's all because of my nerves, I don't know how did I do it, I'm so sorry, Mr Hardy," I tell him and dare to look him on the eye.
To my surprise he smiles at me, no signs of nerves on his face. He reaches to pocket in his jeans to pull his electronic cigarette and inhale the smoke. It smells nicely, I gotta say, vanilla and cinnamon. Next thing he does is taking a seat next to me on the marble stairs, he looks at the horizon with beautiful panorama of London. "Don't ya cry, girl. It's fine, ain't big deal," he says and pokes my shoulder. "Chin up, everyone makes mistakes. Ain't ya first, ain't ya last."
It makes me smile shyly and nod. "I know but I'm professional! I shouldn't let such mistakes to crawl in my work," I admit sadly.
Tom cocks his brows and bursts with deep laughter, which quickly turns into a cough. "Girl, if ya would only know how many mistakes I've done in my entire career...," man chuckles and winks at me. "Now, stop crying, take a deep breath, or two, and let's go back inside,
let's do a work." Then he gets up and dusts his jeans off, Tom also reaches hand to me.
I take it hesitantly and get up as well, I follow his advice and take a deep breath.
"You ready?," Hardy asks softly and opens heavy, metal door for me, pointing his head at the corridor inside. "C'mon."
A cold shiver run along my spine. "My supervisor will fire me for my mistake. It was live...," I remind him.
Hardy lets out a giggle. "No fucking way. Won't let this to happen, and I believe Riz won't let, too."
Eventually I smirk at Tom and get inside the building, holding my head up high. Having him on my side means the world to me.
We both get into to studio again, Tom sits in the comfy armchair next to Riz, who sends me a brief smile and I take my place as well. Then I look at the camera and give a nod to our operator. "Let's get the job done," I say.