Lena the Plug leaned back in her chair, one leg tucked under her, the other stretched out. The studio lights hummed softly. Across from her sat Emily, notepad in hand, trying to look calm.
Emily laughed, exhaling. “Sorry. I’ve just watched so many of your interviews. You have this way of making people say things they didn’t plan to say.” lena the plug and emily
Emily tapped her pen. “Okay. Then let me ask what I really want to know. How do you separate the business from the… the personal? The judgment?” Lena the Plug leaned back in her chair,
“You’re nervous,” Lena said, smirking. “Don’t be. I don’t bite unless the camera’s rolling.” one leg tucked under her