I Heart Geeks by Aria Glazki, Stephanie Kayne, Kristyn F. Brunson, Layla Kelly, Leslie Ann Brown, Bella James, Rae Lori Page B
Authors: Aria Glazki, Stephanie Kayne, Kristyn F. Brunson, Layla Kelly, Leslie Ann Brown, Bella James, Rae Lori
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video of Hugh Jackman singing “Oh What a Beautiful Morning” from a Broadway production of
Oklahoma!
and numerous other videos of him hosting the Tony Awards. Being in musicals didn’t prevent him from giving a badass performance as Wolverine.
Not that she was defending Jack. No. No way. It just annoyed her when people made assumptions because of someone’s past. And it did not escape her notice that she was being hypocritical. She was well aware of it, but there were always exceptions to the rules and what he did deserved to not be forgotten or forgiven. You don’t just take your best friend’s virginity and run off to acting camp without a word.
But it’s okay.
That was a long time ago. Ancient history. All Willow had to do was survive one convention weekend with the jerk. The benefits for her career far outweighed the psychological discomfort he caused her.
Why couldn’t he have gone fat? Or bold? Or something other than somehow being more attractive now than he had been at eighteen.
Every woman has that one man in her life. The one man who she wanted to meet again when she was on top of the world and he was rock bottom. Have that one glorious moment of “See, you could’ve had all this but you fucked it up.”
Jack Kendrick. He was the one who ran away and now he’s back in her life and about to star in a major motion picture and she was just some part-time shop girl who moonlighted as a geeky blogger online.
As she waited, a young man—familiar, like an actor you just couldn’t place—pranced onto stage. His auburn hair was tousled, matching well with his well-worn long brown coat and cowboy boots. The
GoldStar
panel host was definitely a
Firefly
fanboy, probably a Whedonite too. Chatter around the room began to wind down as the man stepped up to his podium that stood next to a long table draped in a denim tablecloth decorated with golden stars encircled by gold rings. It was the classic shape of the U.S. Marshall badge worn by the movie’s protagonist.
“Welcome everyone to the first official
GoldStar
movie panel here at RetroComicCon!”
The crowd yelled and clapped enthusiastically. Many who didn’t even know
GoldStar
. Honestly, the people here would cheer for anything (except maybe for a Jar-Jar movie).
“The first person I’d like to introduce is the director who’s going to be leading this group of intrepid freedom fighters, Ian St. James!”
The group clapped again as a man in his late 30’s with hints of gray showing through his black hair. He was moderately successful with a few comedies and action flicks.
“Some of you may not know that it was cartoons like
BraveStarr
,
Galaxy Rangers
, and
GoldStar
that showed that there was a fan base for sci-fi westerns,” the director said after stepping up to the mike. “And with the popularity of modern shows like
Firefly
and
Serenity
, I think it’s time we resurrect one of TV’s first space cowboy stories on the big screen.”
St. James was a good showman. It was obvious wide, boyish grin and ease if his movements that he was comfortable in the spotlight—relished in it even.
“All of us here Atrium Studios is excited to bring you a
GoldStar
for the twenty-first century. Our first and foremost job was to find a cast to bring these fan favorite heroes to life. Would you like to me them?”
The crowd cheered and St. James began calling out the actors one by one. A slightly overweight actor—the sidekick—stepped out first. He was followed by a sultry, leggy blonde bombshell who was to play Jack’s love interest in the film. Willow hated her on sight. Finally, a very distinguished looking man in his early fifties came on to the stage. He was a shock of a casting choice and Will made a note to ask Jack if he knew how the studio managed to convince the major movie star to agree to be the villain in such a small, sci-fi western film. The room clapped enthusiastically for each actor as they walked across the stage to their
Oklahoma!
and numerous other videos of him hosting the Tony Awards. Being in musicals didn’t prevent him from giving a badass performance as Wolverine.
Not that she was defending Jack. No. No way. It just annoyed her when people made assumptions because of someone’s past. And it did not escape her notice that she was being hypocritical. She was well aware of it, but there were always exceptions to the rules and what he did deserved to not be forgotten or forgiven. You don’t just take your best friend’s virginity and run off to acting camp without a word.
But it’s okay.
That was a long time ago. Ancient history. All Willow had to do was survive one convention weekend with the jerk. The benefits for her career far outweighed the psychological discomfort he caused her.
Why couldn’t he have gone fat? Or bold? Or something other than somehow being more attractive now than he had been at eighteen.
Every woman has that one man in her life. The one man who she wanted to meet again when she was on top of the world and he was rock bottom. Have that one glorious moment of “See, you could’ve had all this but you fucked it up.”
Jack Kendrick. He was the one who ran away and now he’s back in her life and about to star in a major motion picture and she was just some part-time shop girl who moonlighted as a geeky blogger online.
As she waited, a young man—familiar, like an actor you just couldn’t place—pranced onto stage. His auburn hair was tousled, matching well with his well-worn long brown coat and cowboy boots. The
GoldStar
panel host was definitely a
Firefly
fanboy, probably a Whedonite too. Chatter around the room began to wind down as the man stepped up to his podium that stood next to a long table draped in a denim tablecloth decorated with golden stars encircled by gold rings. It was the classic shape of the U.S. Marshall badge worn by the movie’s protagonist.
“Welcome everyone to the first official
GoldStar
movie panel here at RetroComicCon!”
The crowd yelled and clapped enthusiastically. Many who didn’t even know
GoldStar
. Honestly, the people here would cheer for anything (except maybe for a Jar-Jar movie).
“The first person I’d like to introduce is the director who’s going to be leading this group of intrepid freedom fighters, Ian St. James!”
The group clapped again as a man in his late 30’s with hints of gray showing through his black hair. He was moderately successful with a few comedies and action flicks.
“Some of you may not know that it was cartoons like
BraveStarr
,
Galaxy Rangers
, and
GoldStar
that showed that there was a fan base for sci-fi westerns,” the director said after stepping up to the mike. “And with the popularity of modern shows like
Firefly
and
Serenity
, I think it’s time we resurrect one of TV’s first space cowboy stories on the big screen.”
St. James was a good showman. It was obvious wide, boyish grin and ease if his movements that he was comfortable in the spotlight—relished in it even.
“All of us here Atrium Studios is excited to bring you a
GoldStar
for the twenty-first century. Our first and foremost job was to find a cast to bring these fan favorite heroes to life. Would you like to me them?”
The crowd cheered and St. James began calling out the actors one by one. A slightly overweight actor—the sidekick—stepped out first. He was followed by a sultry, leggy blonde bombshell who was to play Jack’s love interest in the film. Willow hated her on sight. Finally, a very distinguished looking man in his early fifties came on to the stage. He was a shock of a casting choice and Will made a note to ask Jack if he knew how the studio managed to convince the major movie star to agree to be the villain in such a small, sci-fi western film. The room clapped enthusiastically for each actor as they walked across the stage to their
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