"Yang, is there any chance I don't do the media interviews?"
In the Flame Film Production Studio's office for "Firefly", where several storyboard panels on the walls were plastered with various concept art, prop and set designs, Wang Yang staggered at Heath Ledger's words. Puzzled, he asked, "Which one?" "Firefly" was about to start shooting that afternoon, followed by a few commencement interviews. This one?
Heath Ledger shrugged with a smile, yet he was extremely nervous inside. Please agree, please agree! He touched his nose and said, "All of them." Wang Yang couldn't help but laugh, curious and bewildered, "Why?" Heath Ledger clasped his hands together unnaturally, his thumbs fidgeting with each other. The topic was indeed a bit awkward and juvenile. He cleared his throat, his voice deep, "Uh, cough... I'm not very fond of doing these things. I'm not good, I don't know how to communicate with the media. So it would be best if I could, cough, not have to."
