![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Bellagio, Room 714
Jul. 29th, 2006 04:09 pmTrina Echolls is not much of an actress (and enough of a realist to know it, if not to, you know, actually admit it out loud). But she’s a pro at acting like Trina Echolls the persona. (She has less of a handle on Trina Echolls the person.)
So the early afternoon has been a series of cups of coffee and phone calls, to her agent, to her publicist, to Chad's agent and publicist, to various lawyers. A statement has been issued, hitting the appropriate (and probably predictable) notes – it's not a joke, or a hoax, or a stunt blah blah blah both been in places recently that have been very lonely blah blah carried away by their reconnection blah blah thank their fans for their support and understanding and ask for privacy and patience blah blah blibbity blah. That done, they've gone back to not taking calls (except from their lawyers), and waiting for the latest coffee delivery from room service.
Trina is now curled up in the chair in the corner, wearing one of Chad's shirts and not much else (it hits her about mid-thigh), bare feet and no make up, hair caught up haphazardly on top of her head with the rubber band she found in the bottom of her purse. She's on the phone with Mary.
Chad is flipping through the television stations, passing Tinseltown Diaires on the Echolls Family, Behind the Music on the Pretentious Ümlaüts, the video for his latest single ("Agony" --airplay of which has quadrupled in the last 24 hours), a rather snide interview with Jerrica, and a special on celebrity weddings, before settling on a Cardinals game. That he's not wearing a shirt with the jeans might be explained by Trina's having appropriated it.
Ah, the glamorous life of a Hollywood It Couple.
So the early afternoon has been a series of cups of coffee and phone calls, to her agent, to her publicist, to Chad's agent and publicist, to various lawyers. A statement has been issued, hitting the appropriate (and probably predictable) notes – it's not a joke, or a hoax, or a stunt blah blah blah both been in places recently that have been very lonely blah blah carried away by their reconnection blah blah thank their fans for their support and understanding and ask for privacy and patience blah blah blibbity blah. That done, they've gone back to not taking calls (except from their lawyers), and waiting for the latest coffee delivery from room service.
Trina is now curled up in the chair in the corner, wearing one of Chad's shirts and not much else (it hits her about mid-thigh), bare feet and no make up, hair caught up haphazardly on top of her head with the rubber band she found in the bottom of her purse. She's on the phone with Mary.
Chad is flipping through the television stations, passing Tinseltown Diaires on the Echolls Family, Behind the Music on the Pretentious Ümlaüts, the video for his latest single ("Agony" --airplay of which has quadrupled in the last 24 hours), a rather snide interview with Jerrica, and a special on celebrity weddings, before settling on a Cardinals game. That he's not wearing a shirt with the jeans might be explained by Trina's having appropriated it.
Ah, the glamorous life of a Hollywood It Couple.
