[ OT ] Writing Workshop # 23 : Natural Dialogue

Mr. Rogers took a small gulp of water and cleared his throat. 
 
 “ I ’ m a speech writer. 40 years I ’ ve been doing it ” he said, his voice being a dead giveaway that he began smoking long before he entered his line of work. 
 
 “ It ’ s interesting to finally meet the uhm… great man behind the great men! ” said the interviewer – a barely twenty year old girl innocently unaware of the emotions she could induce in the opposite sex. Sporting a slightly laundered red and white polka-dot dress. 
 
 The two second silence that followed gave her the hint flattery doesn ’ t move the man. She pressed her lips together, turned her head down for a split second then continued – “ Aand who did you write for? ” 
 
 Rogers turned his gaze to the side as if he was disappointed the question was asked. Returning his eyes to the interviewer ’ s, he said slowly “ For movie makers, for the political folk ”, stopped, flippantly bended his wrist and added “ And the charities ”. The interview wasn ’ t going well for Amy. 
 
 So she decided to push in a different direction. “ What motivated you to write speeches for 40 years? You could ’ ve been writing books or uh… sales letters ”. 
 
 “ Huh, it must have been the impact I can make ” Mr Rogers responded. “ Driving sales is what keeps this country going and I respect the folk that do that. Thing is, I don ’ t believe you can write a book or a sales pitch that helps people do good. ” 
 
 Though Rogers didn ’ t speak much, his skill spoke for him. Rumor was, the paint in his office started to crumble from the walls multiple times throughout his career due to the incessant clacking of his writing machine. 
 Some suspect Rogers carried the US public through WWII – although he ’ d never reveal who his clients were, Rogers was seldom seen with Franklin Roosevelt and Harry Truman. 
 
 
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 *sigh I'm bad at this*
