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hellomajortom[For any one or all of these prompts: 3. "I'm done acting like nothing's wrong. I'm going to fix this."
4. What does your character take pride in? 5. "Don't try to stop me." XD]
Tom had been avoiding this very thing for months but the hounding got to be too much. He was irate about being, more or less, bullied into agreeing to an interview. He despised the idea because he had a good idea where this was going to go, and he didn't like it at all. He shifted to try and get comfortable in the armchair. It was a nice leather chair but it wasn't physical comfort that was lacking. They'd finally stopped putting make up on him and he internally laughed at the idea that maybe he should have had Ziggy do his make up before showing up. That would have put a damper on some of this.
The lights were on now and the interviewer, a Mr. Devon Anderson rock n roll reviewer or whatever the hell he was, took a seat across from him. He eyed the man in his too tight pants and rumpled shirt. As wild as his son was he never looked sloppy. This man's sloppy appearance annoyed Tom suddenly and he had to bite it back as the counting started to go live.
“I'm Devon Anderson on Rock Sets. We're here with Major Tom Jones, father of the famous, or IMFAMOUS, Ziggy Stardust and a first chance to speak with the person best acquainted with the weird rocker.”
“How are you doing tonight, Tom?”
His eyes had already pinned the other man for his word choice. “I'm fine, Devon.”
That line was given to him as were the first few questions. The rest was going to be a free for all and he braced himself for it.
“You're famous yourself, for a rather remarkable survival.”
Tom could handle these questions and relaxed. “Yes, the Stardust mission. I'm semi-retired now but still with NASA in R&D.”
“Everyone's wondering if Ziggy took the name from your mission.”
Tom smiles at the opportunity to twist their words a little. “I actually came up with the name Ziggy Stardust. It's their legal name.”
The interviewer looked confused and he imagined the answer threw him off. It served this man right for hounding him for so long.
“His mother isn't in the picture? What can you tell us about her?”
The accusation that his wife abandoned him ruffled the calm he had found. “I'm still with his mother. She prefers privacy and we both respect her wishes. Unfortunately, we're both aware that any information coming out about who she is will lead to harassment of the same kind I get. I wouldn't want her to deal with the vultures and pushers.” Tom went for the throat with his tone. “She's very beautiful, strong, loving. I think some of Ziggy's best qualities were inherited from her.”
“So, she doesn't support his choices and career?”
Tom couldn't see his narrow-eyed scowl but he saw it reflected in the nervous shifting of Devon in his chair. He wondered how his son always kept his cool with all these pushy questions. “She's always supported our child. We both have as the career developed.”
“As parents, how do you continue to support his choices when he's known mostly for his drug addictions and promiscuous behavior? You're recovering yourself from drug and alcohol abuse.”
There was the start of the questions he feared coming up. Tom had to take a breath, center himself, and remember what Ziggy told him. They can ask you anything they want. The only thing that really matters is how you answer. Tom took another breath and smiled.
“I'm happy monogamous, married, and drug free, but I'd never ask Ziggy to be anything but what they see. If that means happiness in multiple partners and no strings then I don't mind. My child's ability to be their best self is more important than outdated social standards. The youth have already left many of them behind.”
It was hard to hold back the venom boiling in his gut. He knew these questions existed but to hear them directed at his person was a whole other matter. Tom clasped his hands in his lap to keep from balling them into angry fists.
“Even if it gets him killed? That is part of the reason he's been attacked on several occasions since his rise to stardom.”
“Ziggy is targeted because people see the music as a threat to their children, but the message of love, individuality, and care for the world around us should be embraced instead of rejected. My own work at NASA is geared toward protecting the planet, its resources and life. I'm proud that my child uses music for the same message.”
“That brings up another question on everyone's mind.”
Tom braced himself because he was absolutely sure what was going to come out of Devon's mouth next.
“Some people call Ziggy a he, and others a she. The viewers are as curious as I am. Is Ziggy your son or daughter? ”
Tom felt his insides snap and he had to divert his gaze. If he didn't he was afraid he would throttle the man on live TV. He pulled back to what he was told about interviews. Your answer is all that matters. Smoothly, Tom collected himself and smirked as he turned his attention back to Devon.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” Devon repeated.
“You asked if Ziggy was male or female and my answer is.... YES.”
The interviewer blinked in confusion and Tom felt the smile turn to mischief. He was done, so offended.. for himself or on the behalf of his child he couldn't tell. The words that came out of his mouth next dropped jaws and widened eyes.
“You only want me to tell you so you know what to put between my child's legs while you sit alone in your rooms fantasizing because they would never give a close minded asshole like you the time of day.” Tom's words came neutral; cold and sharp as a blade. “Ziggy may be promiscuous but it's not without standards that you fail.”
He was done with their bullshit, the assault on Ziggy's private life. Tom realized now that Aletayria had been right, this was a horrible idea but it was too late now. He sat placid in his rage waiting for another question, but none came.
“I'm proud of Ziggy however they choose to live because they are full of more love, acceptance, and hope than most can imagine. They're a light to all the lost and I can't be anything but stunned that my child is such a beacon when the rest of the world is dark.”
Tom stood abruptly and walked away. He hoped they put it on TV. Maybe no one would ever ask the family for interviews again.
4. What does your character take pride in? 5. "Don't try to stop me." XD]
Tom had been avoiding this very thing for months but the hounding got to be too much. He was irate about being, more or less, bullied into agreeing to an interview. He despised the idea because he had a good idea where this was going to go, and he didn't like it at all. He shifted to try and get comfortable in the armchair. It was a nice leather chair but it wasn't physical comfort that was lacking. They'd finally stopped putting make up on him and he internally laughed at the idea that maybe he should have had Ziggy do his make up before showing up. That would have put a damper on some of this.
The lights were on now and the interviewer, a Mr. Devon Anderson rock n roll reviewer or whatever the hell he was, took a seat across from him. He eyed the man in his too tight pants and rumpled shirt. As wild as his son was he never looked sloppy. This man's sloppy appearance annoyed Tom suddenly and he had to bite it back as the counting started to go live.
“I'm Devon Anderson on Rock Sets. We're here with Major Tom Jones, father of the famous, or IMFAMOUS, Ziggy Stardust and a first chance to speak with the person best acquainted with the weird rocker.”
“How are you doing tonight, Tom?”
His eyes had already pinned the other man for his word choice. “I'm fine, Devon.”
That line was given to him as were the first few questions. The rest was going to be a free for all and he braced himself for it.
“You're famous yourself, for a rather remarkable survival.”
Tom could handle these questions and relaxed. “Yes, the Stardust mission. I'm semi-retired now but still with NASA in R&D.”
“Everyone's wondering if Ziggy took the name from your mission.”
Tom smiles at the opportunity to twist their words a little. “I actually came up with the name Ziggy Stardust. It's their legal name.”
The interviewer looked confused and he imagined the answer threw him off. It served this man right for hounding him for so long.
“His mother isn't in the picture? What can you tell us about her?”
The accusation that his wife abandoned him ruffled the calm he had found. “I'm still with his mother. She prefers privacy and we both respect her wishes. Unfortunately, we're both aware that any information coming out about who she is will lead to harassment of the same kind I get. I wouldn't want her to deal with the vultures and pushers.” Tom went for the throat with his tone. “She's very beautiful, strong, loving. I think some of Ziggy's best qualities were inherited from her.”
“So, she doesn't support his choices and career?”
Tom couldn't see his narrow-eyed scowl but he saw it reflected in the nervous shifting of Devon in his chair. He wondered how his son always kept his cool with all these pushy questions. “She's always supported our child. We both have as the career developed.”
“As parents, how do you continue to support his choices when he's known mostly for his drug addictions and promiscuous behavior? You're recovering yourself from drug and alcohol abuse.”
There was the start of the questions he feared coming up. Tom had to take a breath, center himself, and remember what Ziggy told him. They can ask you anything they want. The only thing that really matters is how you answer. Tom took another breath and smiled.
“I'm happy monogamous, married, and drug free, but I'd never ask Ziggy to be anything but what they see. If that means happiness in multiple partners and no strings then I don't mind. My child's ability to be their best self is more important than outdated social standards. The youth have already left many of them behind.”
It was hard to hold back the venom boiling in his gut. He knew these questions existed but to hear them directed at his person was a whole other matter. Tom clasped his hands in his lap to keep from balling them into angry fists.
“Even if it gets him killed? That is part of the reason he's been attacked on several occasions since his rise to stardom.”
“Ziggy is targeted because people see the music as a threat to their children, but the message of love, individuality, and care for the world around us should be embraced instead of rejected. My own work at NASA is geared toward protecting the planet, its resources and life. I'm proud that my child uses music for the same message.”
“That brings up another question on everyone's mind.”
Tom braced himself because he was absolutely sure what was going to come out of Devon's mouth next.
“Some people call Ziggy a he, and others a she. The viewers are as curious as I am. Is Ziggy your son or daughter? ”
Tom felt his insides snap and he had to divert his gaze. If he didn't he was afraid he would throttle the man on live TV. He pulled back to what he was told about interviews. Your answer is all that matters. Smoothly, Tom collected himself and smirked as he turned his attention back to Devon.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” Devon repeated.
“You asked if Ziggy was male or female and my answer is.... YES.”
The interviewer blinked in confusion and Tom felt the smile turn to mischief. He was done, so offended.. for himself or on the behalf of his child he couldn't tell. The words that came out of his mouth next dropped jaws and widened eyes.
“You only want me to tell you so you know what to put between my child's legs while you sit alone in your rooms fantasizing because they would never give a close minded asshole like you the time of day.” Tom's words came neutral; cold and sharp as a blade. “Ziggy may be promiscuous but it's not without standards that you fail.”
He was done with their bullshit, the assault on Ziggy's private life. Tom realized now that Aletayria had been right, this was a horrible idea but it was too late now. He sat placid in his rage waiting for another question, but none came.
“I'm proud of Ziggy however they choose to live because they are full of more love, acceptance, and hope than most can imagine. They're a light to all the lost and I can't be anything but stunned that my child is such a beacon when the rest of the world is dark.”
Tom stood abruptly and walked away. He hoped they put it on TV. Maybe no one would ever ask the family for interviews again.
