I'm sweating. Profusely. It's disgusting. I tug the collar of my freshly pressed shirt and loosen my tie. I'll tighten it just before I go on set. Leaning forward on the couch, I take another drink of my water from the coffee table. Bottles of alcohol line the bar to the right. A sign encourages everyone to help themselves. There is nothing worse than wanting a drink, being surrounded by alcohol, and not being able to have one. I need to be sober for this. One way or another, Ellie's going to see this interview. I grab some candy off the table and pop it into my mouth, chewing slowly. The green room is a weird shade of lime. Whenever I'm in a waiting room that's green I'm always disappointed. We're in a creative business, lime isn't creative it's just hard on my eyes. Jackson Billows, the late-night host of the program, probably thinks the color is hilarious.