(Authors Note: TW for: harsh language -it's censored- )
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"-Now to Todd for the Dethklok minute, Todd?" You paused, watching the camera lens until the familiar, "CUT!" shut you off.
Your body relaxed as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. After The Minute, you'd go back on air with the other reporters to close the cast, wishing the watchers good night, and then you could finally go home. You were very hungry and very tired as the seemingly "all-powerful" death metal band, Dethklok, kept you running around the clock, pun-intended.
They had interrupted your lunch break after they caused a total of 6 billion dollars in equipment damage after fighting on stage, making breaking news. Unfortunately, your segment of the show talked about finance involving Dethklok so you had to cover it, and when you finished, your food had been thrown out by a new intern.
You started scrolling on your phone, the Dethklok Minute always lasted longer than just a minute so you had some time to kill. You went down the food column on some social media forum which in hindsight, might've been a bad idea since you were practically starving. All you wanted to do was go home, eat, sleep, and never wake up.
The camera crew began getting ready, setting up their cameras and checking equipment. You tapped your papers against the desk, sitting up straight and taking a deep breath as the countdown started. How closing the cast worked was that all the reporters would sit in their sets as all the cameras rolled at once, then it would be edited to look like a split screen as they all the reporters and journalists said good night, ending the Dethklok Minute and at last freeing you from the stiff stool you were forced to sit on. The Dethklok Minute had different segments, all about Dethklok of course, that discussed the band's affairs and controversy. You were finance and record sales.
The guy that always sat in front of the monitors in the recording room held up five fingers, "And we're live in five, four, -" putting down a finger for every second.
You looked at the camera, watching the teleprompter flick on as you read out, "Goodnight!" and with that you were free to go!
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Late Night Newscaster
Fanfiction------- "Am I getting paid overtime?" You asked, your irritation clear as Todd rushed to respond, "Yeah, yeah, of course. Just-please? The whole band's already here and Offdensen sort of needs an interview." Your eyes widened at the mention of the m...
