All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Perks of Being a Podcaster
by MrMaxLord
(MF, Oral, Anal, Cons)
Chapter 3: Demi Lovato
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There's a lot more to the show than just interviewing the celebs. There's also the filming of the video bits. I tend to write them and direct while Logan, even in his pot-filled haze, manages to produce and edit them. We both share other duties like location scouting and catering, but there are some things a two man crew just can't do.
Which does bring us to today. Instead of any of the usual short film type of stuff we usually did, this was more of a man on the street kind of thing. Even then, we needed help. Which is why on camera we had our friend from film school, Tommy. He was a guy so obsessed with cameras we were pretty sure he was sleeping with most of his. There wasn't a trick in photography he didn't know how to pull off. Tommy's a perfectionist, both his greatest plus and his greatest minus.
On sound we had Edison March audiophile with the attention span of a chihuahua on coke. He didn't pay attention to much of anything outside of, well sound. He was a walking encyclopedia of audio tech and his collection was staggering.
The other member of our crew today? None other than the show's guest, Demi Lovato. The bit was "Demi Will Sing Anything". We put together a bunch of songs, Demi-approved of course. It was a simple bit. People could pay a dollar, that would go to charity of course, and Demi would sing any song out of a book of karaoke we'd brought with with us, along with a mic and karaoke speaker/player. It was less of a comedy bit and more of a chance for Demi to show off what she was best at, singing. Still, Demi, being the consummate performer, worked a few laughs into the bit as well. It was one of the many reasons she was a favorite, multi-time guest on the show. She genuinely seemed down for anything.
The shoot was a simple one and went by quickly. We actually had enough footage for two different segments. We were wrapping everything up, everyone doing their part. Edison was rounding up the sound equipment, Tommy the camera, and Logan looking over the the footage before he took it home to edit.
My job however was dealing with Demi. Which wasn't remotely an issue. She was a lovely woman, always had been since her first time on the show. My duty was taking her back to her hotel. Then dinner. Casual, bullshitting about life and the show, and afterwards...well with Demi, who knows?
We said our goodbyes to the crew and got in my car. It was a quick round of goodbyes. Not for any other reasons than we ran long and most of the guys were tired and Logan had a lot of footage to cut together. Short, but cordial.
"I think that went really fucking well," said Demi. "Had a lot of fun. Always do though."
"Feeling's mutual for us all Dem." I replied. "You're always a treat to have on the show. Funny, up for almost anything..."
"We just talking about the show, Bart?" Demi's eye brow arched and a smile on her face. "I mean, we are eating solo. Not that I wouldn't appreciate more company, but there's definitely something to be said for more...intimate encounters."
"Can't disagree there. How about we see where the night takes us?" The thing was, we both knew exactly where the night was going to take us. Demi knew how to send all the right signals. She was a woman who knew exactly what she want and exactly how to get it. She was very much gung-ho about things like that. If she had a goal, she set the mark and didn't stop till she got it. Demi was almost all business, but also never shied away from fun or pleasure.
After a short drive filled with small talk brought us to her hotel and before too long we were seated in the hotel's restaurant. Nothing fancy, just a casual cafe. The two of us ordered simple, sandwiches and tea.
"You are a cheap date," I joked. "Certainly not a budget breaker for the show."
"Just one of my many attributes," she said, mockingly patting herself on the back. "I mean come on, I don't need prime rib and lobster. Sometimes all that's needed is a sandwich and good company. And hopefully that company sticks around to help work off that meal."
"Also not really one for subtlety."
"Pssh, who has time for that? I mean yeah, if you don't want to be a jerk about things. you lay hints down about what you want for Christmas or whatever. But most of the time, just say what the fuck you want. But still be cute about it like me." She jokingly fluttered her eyebrows, playing up an overly saccharine faux-innocence.
"Well put. Still, don't you have an MMA boyfriend who might object to such a thing and you know, could literally kill me with his bare hands if he found out about any workout session we might have?"
"Oh, we broke up. Turns out I liked the physicality more than the guy. And honestly, same with him. But hey, we were honest about it in the end, so no hurt feelings. Sometimes, all you want to do is fuck, am I right?"
"Very right." I watched her as she very purposely sucked extra long on her straw.
"What about you?" she asked. "You have a special lady friend I should know about?"
