protectspock:
datasupremacy:
Do you guys want to feel warm about the people who worked on TNG? Here you go.
REQUIRED READING
Transcript:
Image 1: I sat in the chair, and my makeup artist, Jana, began to touch me up. “I heard about what Shatner did to you.” she said. “Fuck him. He’s a jerk, and has been for years. He’s probably just jealous that you’re younger, better-looking, and more famous than he is.”
I sighed. I didn’t want to be a jerk, and I didn’t think he was jealous of anything. I was certain I’d done something wrong.
“I guess so.” I said as noncommitally as I could.
Image 2 (contiuing the conversation): She put down her makeup sponge, and turned the chair away from the mirror, so I was facing her. She looked me in the eye, and said, “Don’t let him upset you, Wil. He’s not worth it.”
“Okay,” I lied. I knew I was going to be upset about this for a long time.
“Okay,” she said, and dusted my nose with translucent powder.
Image 3: I walked onto the stage, and took my seat on the bridge of the Enterprise D, next to Brent Spiner.
“I heard about Shatner,” Brent said.
Jesus, was this on the news or something?
“Yeah,” I said.
“You know he wears a toupee, right?”
I giggled. “No, I didn’t know that.”
“Yup, hes balder than old baldy over there.” He tossed a good thumb over his shoulder at Patrick.
I giggled some more, as the stored up adrenaline coursed through my veins. “Boy, that’s pretty bald.”
Image 4: I passed the craft service table, setup behind the starfield that hung next to the Ten-Forward set. Michael Dorn and Jonathan Frakes were pouring cups of coffee.
“To hell with him, W,” Jonathan said. I love it when he calls me “W”.
“To hell with who,” Michael asked.
“Shatner shit all over Teen Idol,” Jonathan told him.
Beneath his latex Klingon forehead, Michael rolled his eyes. “You want me to kick his ass, Wil?”
“No, that’s okay. Thanks, though,” I said.
“I’ve got your back, man,” Michael said.
Image 5: “He’s expecting your call. Just a second, Wil.” There were two clicks, and Gene’s soft, gentle, friendly voice filled my ear.
“Hi Wil, how are you?”
“I’m okay, how are you?”
“Fine, fine. I understand that you had some words with Bill Shatner today.”
Oh my god. Was he going to be mad at me?
“Uh… yeah…” I said.
“Wil, Bill Shatner is an ass, don’t you worry about him, okay? I am proud to have you on my show. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Did Gene just call WILLIAM FUCKING SHATNER an ass? And then said that he was proud of me?
“Gosh, Gene, thanks,” was the best I could do.
“Come by my office soon, okay?”
“Okay.”
“See you then.” He hung up.
Image six: I began to feel better. Although a childhood hero had kicked me in the nuts, a bunch of people who I cared about and respected had all made effects to put it in perspective. I felt loved, and protected.
/End transscript.
