Brian DeHavalind, whipped off his sunglasses. “No. You watch it.” Music swelled, the logo for Action 6@6 appeared in the corner as DeHavalind winked at the camera.
“So, you like, right?” Peter “Pepe” Gardner clapped enthusiastically yet quietly.
DeHavalind tapped a pencil against his upper lip. “I like it, but does it say ‘sports’ to me? Maybe I should carry a football.”
“You wanns a footsball?” Gardner grew up in Boise, but found a straightforward persona got him nowhere in the PR business. Once he combined Agador from The Birdcage with Edna Mode from The Incredibles into “Pepe,” got a tan, and frosted his hair, his client roster tripled.
“Yeah, like I’m running along, carrying a football.”
“But, whys? Whys are yous runnings, carryings the footsball?”
“Because I’m the sportscaster.”
“Do yous carrys the footsball when you are on camera castings the sports?”
“No, but—”
“So no, no footsballs.”
DeHavalind grabbed a pen, brought the uncapped tip to his lip, remembered what happened last time, and switched to a pencil. “Well, maybe a tooth twinkle?”
“Yes, we cans. Costs extras, but we cans do it.” Gardner wrote “tooth twinkle” and a dollar amount on a contract addendum, got DeHavalind to intial. “Very good, we’ll be making the change, fabulous, and airings start on Satursday.”
DeHavalind smiled and imagined all his teeth were twinkling.
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