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Nicolas Flare a.k.a. Nic Flare:
Nic is a B-Movie actor with A-List tastes and more importantly
credentials. As an English actor who has appeared in numerous
films, none we can seem to recall at the moment, he moved to the
United States to broaden his film career and horizons. Through
his brilliant agent, undeniably suave personality, good looks,
killer accent and moreover dumb luck, Nic is officially IN. As
legend has it, riding down Sunset Blvd. in his rented Limo, he
catches a flat. Instead of waiting for his driver to take action,
proactive Nic climbs out of the sunroof blasting Dizzy Rascal
and sets a pair of flares (now his sig) by his stranded ride for
help. What Nic doesn’t notice is Leonardo DiCaprio watching
the whole episode from the lobby of The Standard Hotel. Intrigued
by the action, Leo investigates. What’s even more eye popping
is that Leo is an English movie buff and big fan of Nic... An
A-Lister is born. Winding up smack dab in the middle of any and
every major social event, party or ribbon cutting from New York
to Los Angeles, if something took place at an IT function, Nic
was there and can tell you what happened first hand. Luckily for
us Nic loves to recount his experiences in detail. Put the Andre’
away and pull out the Perrier-Jouet, Nic has the exclusive goods
but he doesn’t do second class.
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Fiyastarter.com
recently sat down with Hollywood’s NEXT; International superstar
waiting to happen, Nicolas Flare a.k.a. Nic Flare to discuss his
first impressions of the highlife in the US, among other things.
As a leading light and native of London, England you can imagine
what extravagant taste Nic has. Does this countries standard live
up to his preconceived hype? Well, he’ll be chronicling
that for us for some time to come as he has been inked by Fiyastarter.com
to be our official celebrity inside man. Right now, we just want
to sit down and get to know the man with a flair for the famous.
Fiyastarter.com: Nic? Nicolas? Which do you prefer?
Nic Flare: Nic is fine. I only like Nicolas when
I’m alone with my women. I’ve often been called the
bearer of great gifts, by them, you know like Saint Nicolas? But
that’s another story… So, yeah Nic is fine.
FS: Oooooookay. Now Nic, you seem to have been doing pretty well
in Europe as an actor. You were in that one big film. Um, the
name escapes me, but you’ve had some success. You seemed
to be on the cusp of extraordinary things back home. I mean for
a black actor, especially if your name ain’t Lenny Bruce,
having any kind of notoriety is special over there. Why did you
come to America?
NF: I’m all about pushing the envelope, man. My envelope,
that is. I wanted to try something new. Plus I heard about what
that guy from The Wire, Idris Elba has been accomplishing.
My cousin called me from New York and told me that, “gentlemen”
were in. I hopped on the next plane to LA. He’s British
you know?
FS: Idris? Yeah, I heard that he actually keeps his voice in American
character when he’s approached by certain people on the
street.
NF: What a wanker. That’s not keeping it very trill, is
it?
FS: Trill?
NF: Oh, yeah. I was at this party Usher threw the other night
and Lil Jon was there. He was telling me about the origins of
Crunk and so forth and I just got in tune with it. I’m feeling
that ATL movement. *mimics ATL stomp in his chair* But I like
the word trill, specifically. I was telling Usher that it doesn’t
get enough burn, hehehe. Get it?
FS: Sure. Now that’s a good way to get into why FiyaStarter.com
has recruited you as our Inside V.I.P. You’re at all the
big events and parties. What’s that been like?
NF: Well, it’s been a blast. When you’re trying to
find work… um, I mean, when you’re feeling your way
through this jungle known as Hollywood, thinking about what your
next move might be, parties are a good way to make connections
and see how people maneuver. But I know what you want to know
about, groupies, right?
FS: Well, actually, I----
NF: Come on, Chap. I know you want to know about that groupie
love, G.
FS: Okay, you got me. Now, whatcha got for me?
NF: Well, like I said I was at that Usher party and I’m
in V.I.P. rapping with John McEnroe when—
FS: Hold up, John McEnroe at an Usher party, what’s that
all about?
NF: Oh you didn’t know? J-Mac gets it in. I heard he actually
started that ATL Stomp. He did it during a match against Ivan
Lendl at the French Open in the 80’s. He got so mad, running
over to the line judge to dispute a call his shoe came off. They
were playing on that hot ass clay and his foot was burning so
much he started hopping on it. Then, he stomped real hard in protest
when he reached the judge. Word is the hip-hoppers gotta slide
him some doe every time they do it on camera. There aren’t
any hidden camera’s in here are there? *ATL stomps in chair,
again*
FS: No way.
NF: TRUE STORY! I heard the mob is his muscle on this whole thing
and they get like a point off every stomp.
FS: Alright, fine. Now back to the---
NF: Oh, yes the groupies. Well, while J-Mac and I were talking,
ironically enough about the skeezos that flock to Wimbledon every
year, the infamous Superhead walks right by us.
FS: Hold up, I’ve heard about her. Did you---?
NF: Heaven’s no. Not yet, anyway. But yes, I’ve heard
about her, as well. She’s clad in these tight jeans and
a low cut drooping sleeveless blouse without a bra. She has on
these high heel tie-up Chanel sandals, when she spots Usher sitting
down in the back. Well, without a running start she breaks out
a perfect cart-wheel, dodging all traffic, over a loveseat and
ends up with her head right between Usher’s legs. Everything
but the music stops. The whole room is wiping their eyes in disbelief.
J-Mac told me he was catching a cab because he’s had too
much to drink, at this point. He threw his hands up and walked
out right behind Abe Vigoda.
FS: Huh? Abe… Cart-wheel? What the hell?
NF: Yes, and her form was, again, perfect. That’s what impressed
me most. Well, second most. In less than two minutes she gets
up and grabs a glass of champagne from a server walking by and
gulps it as if she’s washing something down. Usher looked
like he just got finished surfing the Tsunami waves all day. He
hands her a card or something and slumps down in his chair.
FS: You said she looked like she was washing something down? Something
like what?
NF: Oh, no Sir, that’s for you to think about. I can’t
tell you anything I didn’t see firsthand, that’s my
rule. If that was indeed what it could have been, you don’t
sit there and stare for two minutes anyway. I’m just saying
I glanced up and saw her go for the bubbles… The other bubbles,
that is.
FS: Wow. Well, damn here I thought we were gonna get a chance
to let the viewers get a chance to identify with you a bit more
and it turns into a wild story.
NF: Don’t fret, I’ll be here a while. There’s
plenty of time to kick it… and stomp it with me. *Begins
to ATL Stomp in chair*
FS: Please, no more.
NF: K.
