Promotional Considerations (Siobhan)

[MARGUERITE SAINT-JUST]

The day was a nice one to say the least and the evening was providing to be an even glorious one! The sunset had cast such a colorful array across the sky that the French beauty thought it good luck! Seated in the back of the limo in a white drape cowl neck long cable sweater with very long sleeves bunched up to mid-forearm and a charcoal/brown/rust tweed wool mid-thigh shirt, white tights and a black/white high heel Oxford style shoes with her long brunette hair left down but in thick smooth waves loosely cascading all around her. Her mismatched eyes glanced at the bustling activity outside of the vehicle with restrained curiosity.
Nighttime had arrived and though the show wasn't starting tonight, it was still a good idea to do as much promotional activity as possible. And luckily, she had landed one of a few opportunities at a local radio station.

Arriving at the station, she got out of the limousine and walked inside to the Receptionist.
"Good evening, Marguerite Saint-Just here for an interview with Siobhan Shaw."
The Receptionist nodded and sent a call back to Siobhan. "Ms Saint-Just is here, Mrs Shaw." Then the Receptionist offered to take Marguerite to a VIP area away from the bombardments of people perhaps but the French Actress would have none of it. In fact, she'd prefer to say visible. Why? It would help with promoting the upcoming Play. Though greeting a few people here and there, talking with them briefly, she patiently waited of Mrs Shaw.

[SIOBHAN "NYX" SHAW]

Walking down from her office, Siobhan mentally prepared herself for the night. Even though she was the majority shareholder for Shaw Communications, she was also an employee of the station. So when her Producer had informed her that Miss Saint-Just, European actress, wanted to do a promotional interview for her new production, it had been handed off to her. There had been no discussion, just an appointment made for the other woman to come to the station. And apparently, she’d arrived.

Siobhan wasn’t sure what to expect, which was why she was mentally preparing herself. Some of her guests were wonderful people who were happy enough to be on the air. Others were divas and desperately needed a kick to the butt for expecting everything and anything that they wanted. She tried not to pass judgement before she met people, actresses being no exception. She’d worked in the modelling industry long enough to know that divas were everywhere, and so were nice people, so it did her no good to lump them all together into one pile.

Straightening the white sweeping sweater she was wearing over the black dress she'd chosen for the night, her high heels made sharp noises as she walked down to reception, pasting a welcoming smile on her face.

“Miss Saint-Just,” she greeted, seeing the dark haired woman standing by the desk. “I’m Siobhan Shaw. Welcome to the station.”

She held out her hand in greeting, simultaneously taking the phone messages from where the receptionist was holding them out to her. It didn’t pay to be idle, after all. She often did many things at once.

“Please, if you’d follow me, I’ve arranged for a booth to be open.”

They did all the live interviews in the same room, seeing as how it was set up for it. It was one of many things that she loved about the station. Everything was always arranged, the routine making life simple. She liked simple and only hoped that this other woman would be satisfied with it.

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She had greeted a few people while waiting for Siobhan which again she did not mind in the slightest. It was a way to put her out there and be noticed. She adored one fan there at the station who took a quick picture with her and spoke briefly.

Turning her head to see a blonde on approach who was just slightly taller than she. With a smile and turned fully to face Siobhan and took her hand in a firm but graceful hand shake, "Thank you, Ms Shaw." Though French, she spoke in a light French dialect with a hint of a British accent to it. "Pleasure to be here and.. pleasure to meet you," kept that positive and pleasant attitude so it can reflect upon her visage.

With a nod, "Of course. Thank you," she walked with Siobhan. "I thank you, so kindly, for doing this interview, Ms Shaw. I admit, I've been quite... excited," she informed the slightly taller blonde as she strode alongside with grace but with hints of crosswise strides that she once was a model.

"I have no time limits being here. Feel free to inquire about anything especially the upcoming Production of "The Wicked Lady"." Pausing a moment as she thought before glancing at her, "Do you have any thing you wish to ask me before we talk on the air?"

[SIOBHAN "NYX" SHAW]

Siobhan was pleasantly surprised by the way the other woman said both ‘thank you’ and that it was ‘a pleasure to be there’. It was great to meet someone of her standing who was both polite and pleasant to be around. Siobhan could more than deal with that and knew that the interview would go off without a hitch.

"I thank you, so kindly, for doing this interview, Ms Shaw. I admit, I've been quite... excited.”

“I’m glad that we have the chance to get together then,” Siobhan offered, giving the other woman a soft smile.

Honestly, she hadn’t had the chance to get excited. When things like this were passed off to her, it was too last minute for the excitement to build, but she wasn’t about to ruin things for the other woman.

"I have no time limits being here. Feel free to inquire about anything especially the upcoming Production of "The Wicked Lady." Do you have any thing you wish to ask me before we talk on the air?"

Siobhan paused, sitting down in her usual spot on the side of the booth with controls. That was a good question, after all, one that she rarely heard from her guests.

“Don’t worry about the timing – the Producer has it all figured out with commercial breaks and the like,” Siobhan informed her, carefully looking over her messages and tossing most of them into the waste paper bin. “As for questions...Is there anything you consider to be a sore spot?”

Some people had them, after all, and it was best not to step on them if it could be avoided. If it turned out Miss Saint-Just didn’t want to talk about a certain subject, Siobhan would need to know before she accidentally stumbled upon it.

“If there’s something you’d rather I not bring up or avoid talking about, I’d like to know before we get started. Also, if there’s something you’d like me to focus on – like your current production – I’m also interested in knowing that.”

After all, it paid to be prepared.

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A smile was practically constant upon her face matching her pleasant countenance. Image was everything and she'd been groomed to put off the right look even if her life was an utter mess. Well, she could at least try that nothing bothered her when in reality, there were several things that did.

She followed Siobhan to the booth and took a seat in front of a microphone and settled in.
With a nod in response to timing, that would be no issue at all. Then her inquiry of 'sore spots' did get her to thinking a little. She wanted to be open and honest, however, this interview was about the production mostly, not about her past problems. With her light French accent she replied to Siobhan's question, "I... suppose... family and my past troubles should remain out of this. I would like to focus more on the production and other past shows and venues." Trying to keep a pleased attitude at the same time even when the thought of the St Cyr Scandal came to mind. That was perhaps one of her worst times right next to the death of her parents. "Otherwise, I would be willing to talk about anything." She presented a genuine grin to the other woman. Lightly fingering her hair away from her face as she sat there preparing for the interview. Poised with a straight back and legs together ankles crossed slightly under her and off to the side with hands in her lap for the moment as least. She will be a little more comfortable and naturally her gestures will become active once they have begun talking.

[SIOBHAN "NYX" SHAW]

"I... suppose... family and my past troubles should remain out of this. I would like to focus more on the production and other past shows and venues. Otherwise, I would be willing to talk about anything."

Siobhan merely nodded, knowing of the scandal following her from the station's research. Family troubles, as well. She’d briefly skimmed some information about the loss of her parents and she knew that it wasn’t something easy to deal with, definitely not something one asked about on radio. Siobhan had been there herself, after all. First her mother from an illness, then her father from an accident. It was one of the reasons why she’d needed to leave. She wasn’t sure what she would do if she were to lose one of her brothers or her sister. For an Irish Catholic family, there seemed to be so few left.

“Understandable. I’m not one to pry into things like that,” she offered, hoping to put the other woman at ease. “I am sorry for your troubles, though.”

She calmly pulled up the file she had on the computer, her list of questions ready. She had read over them earlier, of course, but even she couldn’t remember everything. So they were all there, ready to go. She watched as Miss Saint-Just took a moment to ready herself and grinned a bit, thinking that everyone in the public eye had their own way of doing just that. Hers was loud music and caffeine, but she refrained as much as she could when she was doing the interviewing, knowing that it could potentially scare off her guests.

“I will definitely touch on your production, as well as your impressions of New York,” she explained, wanting the other woman to be prepared. “I like to hold my interviews like a conversation, so feel free to wander off topic a bit. If we get too far out there, I’ll turn the conversation back towards the topic.”

It was her way of doing things, and others frowned upon it, but she was the face of the station and she was allowed a lot of leeway on things.

“I know you’ve probably done hundreds of interviews, but was there anything you wanted to ask before we started?” Siobhan asked, locating her cup of coffee and taking a long sip.

After all, there wouldn’t be much time for questions later.

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At least that was settled with what the questions will focus upon and that satisfied her. There was no need for the world to continue to focus upon those past problems when she was in New York City to perform a show.
With a nod and a pleasant smile, "Merci," she softly replied. Grateful for Siobhan's discretion. Leaving it at that to show that they wouldn't be problematic at least during the interview.

She nodded in response as Siobhan touched base on what type of questions she will ask. Again, this satisfied Marguertite that it would be on an appropriate topic and not anything questionable.
"Of course," softly replied with that light British-French lilt.

Fingering her hair back to properly set it in place as she shifted a little in her chair, sitting up straight and proper. "No. No. I'm fine. But," as she began and smiled, "water would be appreciated." Smiled at the other woman, "Wouldn't want my throat to dry out while talking to you," she grinned as she touched her neck, almost snickering. Otherwise, she was ready to go for the interview and was starting to get a little giddy. New York would FINALLY hear her! She could hardly wait!

[SIOBHAN "NYX" SHAW]

Siobhan merely nodded at the request. Yes, water was definitely something she could do. Getting up, she walked into the producer’s booth, pulling a bottle from the mini fridge. For a while they’d kept it in the main booth, but the fridge had a tendency to hum sometimes, which gave a weird sort of feedback on the air. Seeing as how there was no microphone in the next booth, it was easier to just keep it there. Of course, they could all go up a floor to the staff lounge, but that took effort.

Returning, she passed the bottle to the actress with a small grin, sitting back down at her station and checking all the levels. She glanced through the glass at where June was getting comfortable, meaning they were just about to start.

“Well, I hope you’re ready. We go live in about ten seconds,” she readied the actress, knowing that there wouldn’t be a chance to re-tape the show. She pulled on her headphones, listening as the last commercial faded out and the pre-taped introduction for the segment played. In a moment she was given the cue to start. “Hello New York. We’re in early tonight to meet with a special guest – European actress Marguerite Saint-Just. Now, Miss Saint-Just is in town, to promote her latest show, The Wicked Lady. Miss Saint-Just, it’s wonderful to have you on the show. Welcome to New York City.”

Siobhan smiled over at the other woman, giving her a chance to respond – after all, Radio was give and take. If you had only one side to the conversation, it was kind of like listening in on a phone call in the next room, which was intriguing, but not interesting. No one ever accused Siobhan of being uninteresting.

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She watched Siobhan leave the room for a moment then fingered her hair to keep it away from her face and simply waited. It wasn't long before she turned her head to see Siobhan return and with a bottle of water. With a grin spreading across her face, she gratefully and softly said, "Thank you." Taking the bottle of water, twisting the cap to open it so there would not be that sound while on air plus took a quick drink to quench her throat and lips.

Turning her mismatched eyes to Siobhan as she screwed back on the cap to the water bottle to set it down nearby within reach at least. Nodding with a quick, "Yes," and once again fingered her long hair back away from her face followed by shifting in her chair to be a bit more comfortable and yet sat all proper while straightening her clothes rounding out with crossing her ankles under her.

Moisten mouth and throat, settled and ready to go as Siobhan began the fun. She watched the other woman with a slight Mona Lisa smile and waited for her queue.
Once again a grin spread across her lips as she was mentioned while listening and nodded, "Merci. Thank you," she began in a gentle French accent that was by no means strong but very smooth, almost velvety and medium. "It is good to be here. And in New York." Pausing a second as she grinned, as it was said one could hear the smile in a voice, "And thank you for having me."

[SIOBHAN "NYX" SHAW]

Siobhan was impressed with how the woman used her voice to project poise and gentleness. The soft French lilt clearly was something that her listeners would find exotic and interesting to listen to, at any rate, so the interview would entertain them at least.

“Of course, we’re thrilled to have you here,” Siobhan replied, turning her attention to the computer screen she had in front of her. “Well, on that note, how about we start there. You’ve travelled across Europe, preformed for crowds in grand theatres, and seen sights some of us have only read about.”

Which was something Siobhan was a bit envious of. She’d never imagined travelling when she was a child or a teen, but she’d done a bit of it when Jamie had been alive, and she’d honestly loved seeing the places he’d taken her. They’d all been tropical, of course – Jamie was a person who loved his heat and seeing her in a bikini – but she’d always wanted to see Europe. Jamie had said it was old, dull, and stuffy – three words that were guaranteed to keep Jamie from doing something.

“So with that in mind, what are your impressions of New York so far?” she asked, turning her attention back to the other woman.

Now, it was a bit of a loaded question. If she didn’t like New York, there could be some offended listeners, but Siobhan didn’t really care about that. However, she was also sure that Miss Saint-Just was smart enough to be diplomatic. After all, she did want an audience for her show.

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This interview was not her first radio rodeo but it was her first in NYC. She was excited to say the least, to a point it was nearly impossible to restrain herself from the thrill of the moment. Doing something live had a certain realness and intimacy to it. She knew full well millions were listening to her and couldn't wait to see how many of them would actually show up following a show to tell her 'Hey! I hear you on the radio!'. As they would say ... the power of radio!

A thrilled smile spread upon her lovely face and she felt quite welcome at this point in the interview. Even if it just started! Siobhan was competent and had that personality to set a person at ease yet inspire. There was energy in that room and Marguerite soaked it up like a black hole.
Still smiling upon mention of traveling far and wide, her response was a couple brief nods then fingered back the fashioned brunette locks that had fallen partially onto her face with a sweet snicker at the same time, "Yes, I have," her voice was gentle and warm added only by the strength of her accent.

Another gentle snicker as she tilted her head upwards and released from her painted lips, "Oooooh," smiling still as she thought very briefly upon what to say. Did not take her long to conjure the words to describe New York.
"I definitely can see why they call it..... 'the city that never sleeps'!" Her voice strong but smooth, the accent light and once again snickered. Not once did that smile disappear from her face. "I am enjoying New York immensely. One can feel the life... just walking around. And I cannot believe I finally got the opportunity to stand in Times Square!" She giggled. "New York... is a wonderful place. It's a lot like Paris. The center of attention... with a spirit that the people possess... that can NEVER... be... diminished."
Naturally while she spoke utilizing her hands in expressive gestures, something that only Siobhan could see but hopefully the listeners could 'hear' the expressive gestures in her warm French voice.
"I love it."

[SIOBHAN "NYX" SHAW]

Siobhan was starting to catch onto the fact that the woman was both soft spoken and short with her answers. That was alright, she’d worked with so many people, that she was able to discern how to handle anything. At least she seemed to be amused by the whole process. Siobhan was glad that she was enjoying herself. Radio was supposed to be fun. No one could see you, you couldn’t see anyone else...it was always an adventure. She’d even broadcasted in her pyjamas a few times when she was sure she had the station to herself and a couple overnight tech support people. She could spend the entire night without running into any of them sometimes. It was her own special little world.

"I definitely can see why they call it..... 'the city that never sleeps'! I am enjoying New York immensely. One can feel the life... just walking around. And I cannot believe I finally got the opportunity to stand in Times Square! New York... is a wonderful place. It's a lot like Paris. The center of attention... with a spirit that the people possess... that can NEVER... be... diminished."

Well, she didn’t know about that, but she did know that the listeners would enjoy that answer.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that you’re enjoying the sites of the city,” she replied.

"I love it."

“Depending on how popular your show is, do you see yourself relocating here?” she asked, knowing that once the show was over, there would probably be more opportunities for an actress with her reputation.

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There was no doubt in her mind that the show would be wildly popular here in New York City. It's success on West End no doubt will be replicated on Broadway!
Poised so charmingly near Siobhan as she listened to the radio personality, slowly nodding her head a couple times as the other woman spoke. Combing her fingers through her long fashioned brunette hair. "That is a good question," grinning at the same time she nearly snickered, one could hear the grin, if not amusement, in her accented voice. "I will be residing here in New York for a while. But I cannot rule out opportunities that could possibly arise... that... could keep me here in America."

"I certainly do hope that 'The Wicked Lady' does very well here. I have wanted to perform on Broadway since I was back at the Comédie-Française in Paris." She lightly snickered, "I can safely say... I have... accomplished... that dream." Continuing to smile back at Siobhan as she barely fingered her hair back away from her face.

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"I will be residing here in New York for a while. But I cannot rule out opportunities that could possibly arise... that... could keep me here in America."

Siobhan couldn’t keep the small smile from her lips. She was a female and she could speak the secret language well enough. Marguerite would stay as long as two things happened – her show (her passion) was a success here or she found love. Oh, how love changed all your plans.

"I certainly do hope that 'The Wicked Lady' does very well here. I have wanted to perform on Broadway since I was back at the Comédie-Française in Paris. I can safely say... I have... accomplished... that dream."

“You most certainly can,” Siobhan agreed. “And I most certainly think that The Wicked Lady will turn out to be a huge success.”

Siobhan was sure of that. Everyone that she spoke to was planning on going to see it. She wasn’t sure if she would go personally, especially since the only person she had to go with was Zander and he was worse than a two year old when it came to watching performances. He fidgeted, he yawned and huffed and growled, and he constantly asked questions. Maybe she would just go on her own. After all, she did most everything else on her own.

“Do you have any plans for after The Wicked Lady concludes?”

After all, there were many opportunities on Broadway and she had mentioned that it was her dream to be on the stage there, but she was also from Europe. It could be the case that she was hoping to go back to Europe and use the fame she’d gained in New York to step up to the next level. It was the kind of thing that Siobhan thought was going to be interesting.

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Catching the smile upon Siobhan's lips caused a little snicker to emanate from Marguerite. Lord knows what those opportunities could be or how they come about, but there was bound to be some form of an opportunity. If not another show on Broadway, perhaps something in Hollywood or some modelling contract here in New York City.
Or even something else!

A bold, warm smile spread over her painted lips while beaming with delight of what Siobhan stated about the success of the show. It was a prediction that even a couple hardcore Critics said in their praises and bashing of the production that had yet to open! The company will soon find out in one week's time if it will be a smash hit or dive bomb out.
"Thank you," another singular nod, "if... one can ignore... what a critic says... and... come watch a performance out of... pure curiosity. I am certain they shall find the story very... entrancing. I know I fell in love with it as I read the script. Hard to believe... that it was a true story! And it is one that should appeal to a great number of people. Plenty of suspense, adventure, romance, action, and comedy." Again, offering that famous grin that was often difficult to remove from her face.

Raising her brows as she looked amusingly contemplative, "Ooommmm... plans. That is the million dollar question, isn't it?" She snickered warmly. "Depends highly upon how long 'The Wicked Lady' will run," then made a gesture - as she's so famously known for her gestures and body language - with her hands, each hand two fingers together and straight, making a motion before her eyes as though she were signaling a jet airliner to land, "but I do have my sights set upon conquering Hollywood." Another big grin from the French Celebrity. "More Acting - either stage or film -, modelling, charity events, anything that comes my way I will be thrilled to do." Leaning a little closer to the mike, just by a hair with just above a whisper, "But I wouldn't mind performing another show on Broadway." Once again, that famous grin.