21 The little tornado Lara.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
05h30pm
In the executive offices of the CBS, six men sitting around a table turn their eyes to a man who has just entered the room. Usually this man is accustomed to suffer the wrath and criticism of his evil-spirited bosses, but today he smiles widely, thinking of the paper he holds in his hands. The man in the center of the table joins his hands and then leans over the desk.
"So Dean, I hope we did not spend all this money for nothing and that the news you bring us is good. I do not think I have too much to worry about because if I trust the stupid smile on your face, I think that I can to say that indeed our CBS is having a good day, is not it?"
The man standing in front of these men of power does not formalize the malicious words against him. It's been a long time since he's used to their sarcasm and he does not even hear them anymore. "Yes sir, it's a sunny day..."
The man in the middle raises his hand to stop Dean. "Dean, if I wanted to talk about weather, it is not you who would are currently among us. Dean continue your report by avoiding talking about the weather outside I beg you."
Dean nods and takes his sheet. "Certainly sir, I am in no way entitled to talk about weather and I apologize for these words unrelated to our current discussion. Today at 05:02 pm a 95% reliable estimate prove that our market shares have already been multiplied by 5. I will estimate that at 06:00 pm, we will crush all our competitors sir."
The man in the center cuts Dean's words once more and looks him straight in the eyes. "Dean did you work a polling institute?"
Dean a little embarrassed, scratching his nose and shaking his head. "No sir, I certainly do not have the capacity and I apologize for this misplaced remark."
"That's what I thought, so avoid extrapolating in what is out of your field of expertise. Thank you for staying the course and not to mention what is beyond your capacities. Gentlemen, we thought we had found a gold mine but we were wrong. This little girl is a real diamond mine and she is ours and only ours. Dean, how's the child? Is she not too stressed before going on the talk show?"
Dean sighs but as a good professional, his smile comes back immediately. "No sir, to tell the truth, it's the opposite. She is so relaxed that our teams are exhausted by her songs and her nonsense. This little girl is certainly very intelligent but she puts this intelligence at the service of her playfulness."
The man in the center bursts out laughing. "It's perfect. If she's fooling around, she's relaxed. Let her have fun, she is only 6 years old after all. Which 6-year-old is not a little agitated?"
If on the floors of the direction the joy reigns, it is quite otherwise behind the scenes of The Late Show. A hurricane named Lara spreads panic wherever she goes and the first to pay for it was the producer of the talk show who went personally to the entrance to greet her. He led this beautiful, polite little girl to her lodge and came out delighted. The producer found it odd that wherever he went people were laughing but given the guest on this special show, he himself was in a very good mood and he did not really care. Later when his assistant came back and picked up a post-he stuck in his back on which was written (Dumbo Dumb), he understood the reason for all these laughs. A child's writing and a post-it in the shape of a cat? He did not need to think long enough to know where the soft word came from. Later, he learned that the makeup artist had slammed the door angrily. She had just make up little Lara and had to answer the phone. She was absent for only two or three minutes at most, but when she came back, a small clown of all colors was dancing in the room. The little demon finds nicknames for everyone. Her own assistant is miss big thighs, the head designer is now called sir I stink of the mouth, which made laugh the technicians of the set who hastened to him affubler this nickname. This small storm is uncontrollable, terrible and despite its small size, it manages to sow chaos laughing on top of that.
6:00pm After the credits of the show and the applause of an audience chosen by drawing lots to participate in this (event) as the modest television channel itself called it, the smiling presenter David Letterman goes to the center of the plateau. "When I was asked to present a special show, in which I will have to host a 6-year-old girl, my first reaction was to ask myself if the leaders of my own channel had not done a little too much work lately or if their imagination was lacking. Nevertheless, like everyone else, I watch television. Not my shows, I'm not so egocentric at this point but television in general. I saw this funny little girl in the advertisement whose brand I will not say out of respect for our sponsors and I told myself and if I tried to meet her before refusing. So I went to that little girl's house. No need to ask for his name, just a little patience. What demanding audience. So I went to her house. Yes to her house and that's how I discovered a very intelligent and very active child. She moves constantly but sees and hears everything. I thought she was not listening to me, so I tested her. She did not hesitate to call me to order by telling me, I quote. "It's not because you're older that you have the right to tell me anything. Concentrate you David or I'm going to play." After this really fun meeting with this little girl, I said yes without thinking. Now without further ado, we welcome the little tornado that put our backstage into an unprecedented state, Lara Eve. Lara, Eve, come and sit here, sweetie."
05h30pm
In the executive offices of the CBS, six men sitting around a table turn their eyes to a man who has just entered the room. Usually this man is accustomed to suffer the wrath and criticism of his evil-spirited bosses, but today he smiles widely, thinking of the paper he holds in his hands. The man in the center of the table joins his hands and then leans over the desk.
"So Dean, I hope we did not spend all this money for nothing and that the news you bring us is good. I do not think I have too much to worry about because if I trust the stupid smile on your face, I think that I can to say that indeed our CBS is having a good day, is not it?"
The man standing in front of these men of power does not formalize the malicious words against him. It's been a long time since he's used to their sarcasm and he does not even hear them anymore. "Yes sir, it's a sunny day..."
The man in the middle raises his hand to stop Dean. "Dean, if I wanted to talk about weather, it is not you who would are currently among us. Dean continue your report by avoiding talking about the weather outside I beg you."
Dean nods and takes his sheet. "Certainly sir, I am in no way entitled to talk about weather and I apologize for these words unrelated to our current discussion. Today at 05:02 pm a 95% reliable estimate prove that our market shares have already been multiplied by 5. I will estimate that at 06:00 pm, we will crush all our competitors sir."
The man in the center cuts Dean's words once more and looks him straight in the eyes. "Dean did you work a polling institute?"
Dean a little embarrassed, scratching his nose and shaking his head. "No sir, I certainly do not have the capacity and I apologize for this misplaced remark."
"That's what I thought, so avoid extrapolating in what is out of your field of expertise. Thank you for staying the course and not to mention what is beyond your capacities. Gentlemen, we thought we had found a gold mine but we were wrong. This little girl is a real diamond mine and she is ours and only ours. Dean, how's the child? Is she not too stressed before going on the talk show?"
Dean sighs but as a good professional, his smile comes back immediately. "No sir, to tell the truth, it's the opposite. She is so relaxed that our teams are exhausted by her songs and her nonsense. This little girl is certainly very intelligent but she puts this intelligence at the service of her playfulness."
The man in the center bursts out laughing. "It's perfect. If she's fooling around, she's relaxed. Let her have fun, she is only 6 years old after all. Which 6-year-old is not a little agitated?"
If on the floors of the direction the joy reigns, it is quite otherwise behind the scenes of The Late Show. A hurricane named Lara spreads panic wherever she goes and the first to pay for it was the producer of the talk show who went personally to the entrance to greet her. He led this beautiful, polite little girl to her lodge and came out delighted. The producer found it odd that wherever he went people were laughing but given the guest on this special show, he himself was in a very good mood and he did not really care. Later when his assistant came back and picked up a post-he stuck in his back on which was written (Dumbo Dumb), he understood the reason for all these laughs. A child's writing and a post-it in the shape of a cat? He did not need to think long enough to know where the soft word came from. Later, he learned that the makeup artist had slammed the door angrily. She had just make up little Lara and had to answer the phone. She was absent for only two or three minutes at most, but when she came back, a small clown of all colors was dancing in the room. The little demon finds nicknames for everyone. Her own assistant is miss big thighs, the head designer is now called sir I stink of the mouth, which made laugh the technicians of the set who hastened to him affubler this nickname. This small storm is uncontrollable, terrible and despite its small size, it manages to sow chaos laughing on top of that.
6:00pm After the credits of the show and the applause of an audience chosen by drawing lots to participate in this (event) as the modest television channel itself called it, the smiling presenter David Letterman goes to the center of the plateau. "When I was asked to present a special show, in which I will have to host a 6-year-old girl, my first reaction was to ask myself if the leaders of my own channel had not done a little too much work lately or if their imagination was lacking. Nevertheless, like everyone else, I watch television. Not my shows, I'm not so egocentric at this point but television in general. I saw this funny little girl in the advertisement whose brand I will not say out of respect for our sponsors and I told myself and if I tried to meet her before refusing. So I went to that little girl's house. No need to ask for his name, just a little patience. What demanding audience. So I went to her house. Yes to her house and that's how I discovered a very intelligent and very active child. She moves constantly but sees and hears everything. I thought she was not listening to me, so I tested her. She did not hesitate to call me to order by telling me, I quote. "It's not because you're older that you have the right to tell me anything. Concentrate you David or I'm going to play." After this really fun meeting with this little girl, I said yes without thinking. Now without further ado, we welcome the little tornado that put our backstage into an unprecedented state, Lara Eve. Lara, Eve, come and sit here, sweetie."
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