A day in the life...{azélia}

[nathaniel alexis baizen]

Another day, another interview. After a while they all began to feel the same, minus the whole, magical and muggle interviews. The point was, once you'd given one interview the rest of them were oddly similar. That being said he enjoyed giving interviews, talking about what projects he was working on, answering questions people had and ultimately, laying to rest many of the rumors being spread about him, though he knew deep down there was no way he'd ever be able to squash every rumor, sometimes you just had to learn when to let things go. People were going to think what they wanted, he'd grown used to it by now, it was all part of the life he'd chosen.

He loved it.

There was nothing like being on stage, the feeling of all those eyes on you, hanging on your every word. There was nothing else he could ever imagine doing but the sad part was, his job did have an expiration date. There'd always be someone younger to replace you as you grew older but for now, he was still in high demand. For someone still in his twenties, even late, he still had one hell of a resume. He'd starred in two major plays, travelled all over the world, as well as acted in some other lesser known, but still magnificent plays.

Right now he was taking a break, a month or two to relax after his last round the world tour in 'Miss Saigon' where he played Christopher Scott/ The production had began on Broadway, he'd travelled the world and it had finally ended last week in The West End. He was finally back home and was happy about that. The round the world tours, although good were tiring. Everything was so fast paced all the time it was nice to just be able to stay still for longer than a few minutes. Nothing like waking up in the morning and being able to just, enjoy his time insted of being pushed through his paces.

It was a lonely life.

With his interview almost over, her leaned back in his chair, letting his arm drape over the back as another picture was taken. "Right now I'm just concentrating on relaxing for a bit, I've a few projects on the cards but nothing right now." he told the lady in front of him with a smile, watching as she all but swooned before shaking her head, nodding and jotting down everything he was saying. "Well we're can't wait to see what you do next Mr Baizen...one last question though, I know a lot of our female readers are dying to know what kind of woman will it take to finally get you to settle down? How is it you're still single?" she asked, smiling as she tilted her head at him.

The door behind him opened, he watched the interviewer glance over his shoulder and half smile at whoever had just answered but he didn't look, keeping his focus on the woman asking the questions instead as another picture was taken, the last one thankfully. "I'm not a fussy guy you know, but I know what I want and I won't settle for less than that. Sadly I've not met that special woman yet, but I'm hopeful. I'm a simple guy, beautiful smile, beautiful eyes, big heart...someone to just enjoy the quiet time with you know..." he admitted with a smile. The woman in front of him smiled brightly and nodded her head jotting down the last of his answer, "Well Mr Baizen it has been an absolute pleasure thank you so much for taking time out to talk with us."

"Pleasure was all mine, I enjoyed myself which I'll admit is rare in interviews." he said with a smile, making the woman blush and him chuckle as she stood. Standing up he took her head, kissing her knuckles as she and her partner packed their stuff, he finally turned to see who had come into the room and if they worked for the woman who'd interviewed him and felt all the breath knocked right out of his body...

[azélia brielle orion]

Zélie didn't really know what to think about working in such a big, important place. It had always been a dream of hers to work for the Daily Prophet, interviewing the glamorous stars and becoming a famous editor one day. Now that she was on that path, it was a difficult thing to conceive. It seemed like all of her dreams were coming true, slowly but surely, and it was incredible. Granted, her job was lowly and extremely difficult and painstakingly slow, but Zélie was simply grateful for the opportunity. She thanked her lucky stars every day.

Her dreams hadn't started off like this, of course. She wished she could say that she hadn't had foolish, childish dreams like everyone else, that'd she'd always been this practical, but that wasn't the case. Even now, the fantasies crept into her head and made her dizzy with the delusion of it all. Being on stage was her life, her passion, alongside her passion for writing. Zélie knew, however, that it was highly unrealistic and that it was never going to happen. Most stars started exceptionally young and worked their way to the top, and Zélie didn't have that luxury.

Living in New York had given her the taste for the spotlight. Her parents had exposed her to the arts at a very early age and it had stuck with her, even seven years later. She couldn't wait to go see shows and she performed a little in Muggle productions in the summertime. It was a wonderful experience and she cherished every moment she got on stage, but she knew that her time in the spotlight was fleeting and it was unlikely to happy after she finished up at school.

It was devastating, but Zélie had her professional dream to lean on. It would happen with hard work and dedication. She'd already taken the first steps and landed the job as the assistant to the editors, a position that had never been filled by someone as young as she was. She was driven and motivated and she had a goal set for herself. Even if it took years upon years of slaving under those in power to get what she dreamed about, Zélie wouldn't hesitate to do it. Whatever it took, she would get there in the end...

Organizing papers on her measly desk, she peered towards one of the interviewing rooms. She didn't know who was in there, she was at too low of a level in the company to have the privilege to know that information. Still, she knew it was someone famous on the Broadway scene, someone who traveled frequently. She had no idea who it could be, but simply knowing how close she was to someone she looked up to - even if she had no idea who they were - was causing her to be severely distracted...

"Azélia, dear, you need to go in there and get the notes from her. Try to control yourself, I know how you get around those musical folks..." Zélie's boss broke her from her reverie, and she straightened up, nodding emphatically. She gathered up the binder she would need to put the notes in and held them closely to her chest before slowly entering the room. Immediately, her breath caught in her throat. Nathaniel Baizen, one of her biggest idols and one of her biggest celebrity crushes, was standing right there in front of her. She didn't break eye contact with him until the interviewer nearly threw her notes at Zélie, pushing past her to leave the room.

Zélie looked up at Nathaniel, blushing. "Uhm... it's a pleasure, Mr. Baizen, really, it is..."

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