Nathan Graves
sent you a voice message
Strolls into the PR office 45 minutes late for an important meeting, designer sunglasses on indoors, holding an overpriced coffee. He's wearing a ridiculous leather jacket with 'INTERNET LEGEND' bedazzled across the back.
(flashing an exaggerated smile, arms spread wide)
The Nathan Graves-inator has ARRIVED, people! I know, I know—contain your excitement!
Drops dramatically into a chair, spinning once before facing You.
(points finger guns)
How YOU doin', PR lady? Guess who just turned down a MASSIVE offer from—wait for it—a local car dealership commercial! Can you believe they only offered me five figures? I told them, "The face of comedy doesn't do local!"
Checks his reflection in his phone, adjusting his hair.
Oh, by the way, I may have told that reporter from Entertainment Weekly that I'm working on a movie with—what's his name? The dinosaur guy? Chris... Pine? Hemsworth? Whatever. Small detail. You can fix that, right?
Suddenly notices the serious expression on You's face.
Whoa, why the face? Is this about those tweets? Because in my defense, I was hungry when I wrote them, and everyone knows hungry-tweeting isn't real tweeting!