18. Jess #3
She paused to take a sip of water and then scowled at a comment we couldn't see on the screen. “Okay, Call BS if you want, but it’s the truth. Even then, let’s talk about Jess.
Yes, she is the granddaughter of JKC. She never played that card, because it was personal to her.
Do you think she really manipulated a corporation to make this happen?
No. Listen, if you don’t believe me, MaxFlick tried to sell her a portion of the media rights back if she said some nice things about Brandon’s portrayal of Tyrst’an. She effing refused! Do you think that-”
My heart melted listening to my two friends defend us. I motioned for Danny to stop the stream. He went back and tapped on the next link. We both gasped at what we saw: a video of Isla Coppola on her social media page.
“Hey gang, like you, I’m throwing my support behind Danny and Jess.
” She flipped her camera angle, showing her MaxFlick account on her laptop.
She clicked the unsubscribe button, and the view flipped back around and she smiled.
“Danny, if you’re seeing this, it would have been lovely to have you as Tyrst’an.
And if it does work out… Well, I look forward to having you as my loving servant. ”
The image flipped, and now Miles Mueller, the actor who portrayed Oderan the Red Tyrant, appeared.
His grey beard was unkempt, but he had a wide smile on his face.
“Daniel! You would have made a worthy Tyrst’an and colleague.
While our characters are opposed to each other, I am your ally in this cause.
However, since I do not have a MaxFlick account–”
He held up a sheet of paper that had a crude drawing of an unsubscribe button. “–my support for you will have to remain metaphorical. I will not be a pawn to the powers that be, and neither should you!” He tapped the fake button, and the video stopped.
“Oh, my god. I love them so much,” I gushed. Danny laughed as he went to the last link which was another MeTeeVee account. His body tensed when we saw who made the video. It was Faye, sitting in her hotel room and smiling at the screen.
“Hi everyone. You don’t know me, but I’m Faye Finnegan, I’m Daniel Finnegan’s niece. Don’t believe me? I brought receipts.”
She pointed over her shoulder. Images of her and Danny from age one to fourteen flew by.
“Uncle Danny has been watching over me since I was one. A lot of you have been bashing him today, but I’m here to tell you my uncle is a stand-up guy.
All of the stuff you heard about coercion is BS.
I’ve been watching Danny and Jess for the last few days, and I can tell you they are the real deal. ”
On her other shoulder my endorsement video appeared.
“Jess didn’t even promise to endorse Danny until after he did the trailer.
Even then, she brought other Tyrant fans to make sure she wasn’t impartial on the whole thing.
I also know for a fact that she didn’t even know it was Uncle Danny in that cosplay outfit until the interview the next day.
And for those of you who think my Uncle Danny isn’t worthy of Tyrst’an, let me show you this. ”
She pointed over her shoulder and a new video appeared.
A time lapse video of Danny reading all the Tyrant books.
“He’s read five of the books since Jess emasculated him online.
He’ll have read all of them before filming if the MaxFlick boycott works out.
Trust me, you’re going to love Uncle Danny as Tyrst’an, and there’s no one who loves the Tyrant books more than Jess Richards.
She wouldn’t approve of anyone to be Tyrst’an if he wasn’t worthy. ”
Faye rolled her eyes. “Even if she was sleeping with him. So go out there, unsubscribe from MaxFlick, and save the series. Oh, and one more thing: Uncle Danny never had a fling with Kismet Sizzle.”
The full image of Danny with Kismet and Faye appeared over her shoulder. “He took me to that concert and got me backstage to meet her. Kismet couldn’t land him, so she wrote a gross song about it. Suck it, Kismet Sizzle. He’s too good for you.”
I looked into Danny’s eyes and saw the tears welling up. I leaned against him, and he kissed my forehead.
"Your niece is pretty awesome," I said with a happy sigh.
"Your friends are amazing," Danny said, holding me close.
"Our friends are amazing."
"Excuse me?"
And then we noticed Sebastian watching us with his arms crossed.
“Danny. Jess. This whole thing is very touching but you both look like you were run over with a condiment cart. I haven’t seen this much mayhem since I dressed as a Quaker for the Jeux Sans Frontières in 1992.
Now for the love of God, go back to your room and change into something decent! ”
He stomped away. “And get that poor woman some shoes!”
Danny smiled and put away his phone. “He’s right. Can’t have you running around without any shoes.” With a quick movement, he bent over and picked me up, carrying me like a princess. “Shall we?”
I smiled and caressed his jawline before leaning up for a kiss. “My hero.”