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"You ready to go?" Jordana asked Matt, her cameraman.
"Yeah almost, think we're pretty much set up here," he replied, looking up with a smile. Jordana was a doing a private AMA -- Ask Me Anything session live online to raise money for charity, something she hoped would make a good contribution towards her chosen goal. Every dollar could help after all and that was why she'd chosen a private event that required ten dollars entry for everyone that wanted to participate.
She was set up in her home office and had Matt, a cameraman she'd worked with previously, all set up and ready to get started. She got on famously with him, having met him a couple of years before in some television work and their friendship had just become solid. That was all it was, friendship, and it just wasn't like that. As a result however she'd asked him to help her out with this AMA and offered him a cash incentive, though he'd refused that and told her he was happy to help.
"Just give us a quick sound check," he directed, listening intently as he tweaked the microphone into position.
"Check, check check," she said with a smile, going up and down with the tones of her voice to give him a small range.
"That's good, we're set," he said with a thumbs up. Jordana figured having somebody to film her would help to add more dynamism and fun to it, give it all some life and leave her free to "act" as it were. Everything was a performance and she had an image to maintain. Besides, it left her to relax a bit more, not worrying every moment if she was in the frame correctly so she could just sip a glass of wine and enjoy herself as Matt took care of the rest.
Her aim was to have a live AMA session on video chat with everyone that paid to tune in and answer some questions; they wouldn't be anything too much, some pretty typical stuff she imagined though she figured she'd likely have to filter out some that she didn't intend to answer. As things progressed and if the donations were sufficient then she'd answer more, and maybe a few of the more risqué questions if she felt like it. She pushed her hair back over her ears then shook it out, hair dark brown and glossy as it tumbled about her face, around the thick-framed black glasses she was wearing.
Jordana had chosen not to wear her contact lenses today, figuring it was just her on camera in a home studio and she didn't need to get all made up, so she'd worn her glasses. She figured she actually looked quite hot in them too, a bit of a hot teacher look going on. With a snug grey vest top paired with a pair of tight jeans, she looked smart but not overdone, her make-up minimal; she wanted to look casual and approachable so as a result had spent way longer on her beauty regime for it to appear that way. She took a sip of wine and a deep breath, realising her hand was shaking.
"Don't worry, you're gonna be fine," Matt said, seeing her trembles and seeking to reassure her.
"I've never done one of these before," she replied, taking a deep breath to calm herself.
"You've got this, no doubt about it."
"What makes you so sure?" she questioned with a smile.
"People are paying just to tune in to you answering some questions, you've got them under your thumb from the get-go," he smiled.
"I hope so," she mused, figuring he was probably right since they were paying just to get on the stream. That was if anyone showed up, causing another momentary panic to grip her as she contemplated that idea.
"It's about showtime," Matt said, pointing to the clock which read eight, the evening enveloping the house now as the sun faded away into the summer night and she was due to get on the stream.
"Right, right, let's do this," she said with a pause and a controlled breath, taking a second to prepare herself before she sat down in the smooth leather chair she'd chosen. The whole scene was neat and tidy, no clutter in the way of her, just her and the low table that she stood her glass of wine on. It was almost empty as she took another big sip of it before starting to help calm her nerves and as a result Matt helpfully filled her glass again ready for the scene.
Jordana turned to the computer and logged in, starting the session in a few moments as it all went as planned and she popped up, her image in the top corner of the screen showing how she appeared as the chat stream came up, side on as Matt filmed her.
"It's all working," she said, carefully noting she had her microphone muted as she spoke to Matt.
"That's good, so entertain your fans," he said as he settled the camera and zoomed in on her pretty face.
"Hello! I'm Jordana Brewster and welcome to my AMA," she started, smiling to the camera as she gave a little wave to the screen, eyes flitting to the picture-in-picture of herself to make sure everything was keeping up. The chat was immediately flooded with messages from fans that had been waiting for a while in anticipation, glad she was finally on and on time too, not keeping them waiting like some diva.
"So I'm here tonight to answer your questions and try to raise some money for charity. I'll do my best to tell you what you wanna know, within reason," she said, giving what she hoped was a playful wink to the camera. A glance at her fingers made her realise how much she was shaking; it was ridiculous, she spent her life on sets or in interviews so why she was nervous now was beyond her. Either way, another good sip of red wine helped and she tipped her glass plentifully to indulge for a moment.
"Okay so first question," she said, scanning and searching through the messages. Most of them were greetings, some fawning messages from super fans babbling in multiple posts how much they loved her and were excited to be online with her, wanting her attention. A couple were promising to make big donations to her if she'd shout them out like some kind of e-girl and she had to refrain from squinting her eyes judgementally given she was on camera to hundreds of people. Thousands actually, glancing to the counter to show the people online in four digits.
"Here's one," she said, "coming from, umm..." she mumbled, taking a moment to figure out how to pronounce the username. She fumbled her way through it, pausing to give a wave to them on the camera.
"What's your favourite movie?" she stated.
"Well that's a tricky one, there's so many great movies and so many different genres of them, you can hardly compare, can you? But my absolutely fave is the Sound of Music."
"Let's see here," she said as she scanned through the chat, trying to catch the questions before they were lost in the messages, the screen jumping up as they piled on.
"What's your favourite drink? That's easy, vodka Martini," she said with a smile.
"I'm drinking wine I know, before you all point that out," she giggled, raising her glass to the camera for another sip. She put it down and scanned through the questions again, noticing a couple of comments complimenting her looks, calling her pretty or saying how beautiful she was which made her smile a little. There were a couple of more edgy ones saying how fit or sexy she was, or how they'd love to take her out on a date -- the implication of what they really meant was clear.
"Right what's your favourite social media platform?" she read, leaning in towards the screen a bit, the light of it reflected off her glasses, the camera catching her from the side as Matt filmed.
"Favourite is maybe not the right word but I love Snapchat."
Jordana continued scrolling through the screen, still struggling to keep up, seeing the count of viewers rise along with a couple of compliments about her outfit, trying to pick out suitable questions. Some people were asking incoherent or idiotic things, or stuff she wasn't going to answer.
"What's your favourite ice cream? I actually prefer frozen yoghurt," she said, almost an off handed comment as she glanced towards her cameraman before continuing to read.
"Favourite swear word? F-word, isn't it everyone's, come on," she joked with a smile.
"Here's a good one, who's filming you right now?" she said, grinning to the camera.
"No this isn't my other half or anything, this is Matt, a friend of mine," she said pointing towards the lens as she picked up her wine again for another mouthful that was perhaps a little bigger than she might normally imbibe.
"Come on Matt, show them your pretty face," she giggled, at which he fumbled the camera round in his hands, image flailing wildly for a moment as he focused in onto him and gave a wave to everyone watching. It was certainly never his intention to be on display and he was hardly made up for it like Jordana, quickly turning the camera back onto the Panamanian beauty.
