Interview with Cory Dutton
Character Interview with Rockstar Cory Dutton
By Lashell Collins
Now that my interview with Noah Ivory – arguably my biggest crush of all the Jagged Ivory boys, although I adore them all – is out of the way, I'm much less nervous for today's chat with rhythm guitarist, Cory Dutton. In fact, I'm really looking forward to it. Of all of my characters, Cory has always been so laid back and approachable that it's difficult to feel anxious about this one.
I take a breath as I look around the hotel suite, and think about what I want to ask him. I hate to bring up all the personal relationship and family issues I know he's been through lately, but I can't ignore them completely. I'll have to choose one or the other, and chose wisely.
I'm standing at the window of the hotel suite, looking out at the city below when a noise makes me jump a little. The door to the room bursts open, and Cory strides in, all bright blue eyes and happy smile. Something about his easy self-confidence is intrinsically sexy, and it pulls you in and wraps itself around you. Before you know it, you're caught in his web of sultry self-assurance, and loving it.
“Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting, Lashell.”
I can't help but smile at him. Both onstage, and off, Cory always presents himself as such an upbeat, positive person. Makes it difficult to imagine him ever getting truly down about anything, even his recent troubles. His smile is bright and genuine as he walks toward me with outstretched arms. A quick embrace, and he kisses my cheek like we're old friends.
“Thank you so much for agreeing to chat with me for a few minutes today,” I say as we move over to the chairs and take our seats.
“Oh, not at all. I don't mind interviews usually. Sometimes they're a lot of fun if you've got the right interviewer.” He adjusts the sleeves of the comfy-looking denim shirt he's wearing with a pair of black jeans, and sits back in his chair. “Let's do this!”
“Okay, well I've got a couple of fun questions from the readers that I'll be asking. It's the same two reader questions I asked Noah. My plan is to pose them to each of you guys and see how you all respond.”
“Okay.” He nods.
“But I'll split them up with a question of my own in the middle. Sound easy enough?” I ask with a grin.
He shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, sounds good. Whatever you want. Ask away!”
“All right. First question … the readers want to know why blondes?”
He frowns at me. “Why blondes?”
“Yes. They're asking about your 'type.' The kinds of girls you're attracted to.”
“Oh. Why blondes. Hmm. Well …” His voice trails off, and he gives me that easy smile of his. I can't help returning it. He's one of those people who simply puts you at ease the moment you meet them.
“I don't know why exactly. Maybe because I'm a big mama's boy. By circumstance rather than by choice, growing up with just my mom and my sisters. And they're all blondes, just like me. I don't know. And Donna, of course, is the most beautiful blonde bombshell in the world, so … yeah. Talented, sweet, funny, stubborn, leggy blondes are my preference.”
His eyes actually light up as he talks about his longtime love, actress Donna Devlin. The two have been a hot and heavy item for a while now.
“Is Donna the one?” I ask, grinning at his response.
“She is absolutely the one.” He answers without hesitation. “No doubt in my mind whatsoever.”
“What do you love most about her?”
He takes a really big breath as he attempts to tackle that question. “Oh, wow. There are so many amazing little things about her, but when you add them all up it really just boils down to one big thing. I love the way she makes me feel. The way she makes me feel about myself, and about the world around me. The way she makes me feel about life. She's just …” He pauses and shakes his head as he searches for the words. “She's everything.”
The smile on his face refuses to go away, and I think I can say with utter certainty that this is a man completely in love. It's sweet and refreshing to see. It also determines what my next question will be.
“You're a lucky man.”
He nods. “Yep. Donna tells me that everyday.” He chuckles at his own joke, and I smile. “No, seriously, I do know. We both know how lucky we are to have found one another. We won't take that for granted again.”
I take a breath because I know this is delicate subject matter. “So, I'm aware of the difficulties you two have faced recently, and I have to ask … how do you make a relationship work when both people have such high profile, public careers in show business?”
He stills for a brief second before he softly blows air through his lips. Then he slumps back in the chair as though tired, and I wonder if perhaps I should have just left it alone.
“You know what? I keep asking myself that very question. Like I keep thinking back over everything and trying to figure out what went wrong, and I wonder how we fixed it.” He points a finger at me. “But you wrote the story. You did it. 'Cause it's like I really don't know, Lashell.”
“I didn't do anything. I simply wrote the story you and Donna gave me.” I shrug of my shoulders as I watch him.
“Well then we honestly just got really, really lucky.” He looks at me with such intensity as he thinks about it. “I just knew I didn't want to lose her.” He pauses and shakes his head for a moment. “Talk. That's all I got. Just talk to each other, and truly listen to what the other person is saying, and be tuned in to how they're feeling.”
“Communication?” I offer.
“Yes! Communication. You hear couples who've been together forever say that all the time, and you think whatever, but … that's it, man. That's the secret, I guess. And Donna and me … we learned it the hard way, that's for sure.”
“Hey, at least you learned it together.”
His bright smile immediately lifts the mood in the room. “That's right. We did, and we're still standing.”
“Okay, final question. This is one my readers insisted I ask, and it's a doozy. You ready?”
“Go for it.”
“Boxers or briefs?”
He immediately bursts out laughing, and I smile as I wait for him to compose himself. “Are you sure your readers want to know that?”
“I swear! They insisted that I ask this question.”
He's still laughing, and it's downright adorable. Cory Dutton is the quintessential boy next door with both the looks and the good-natured personality that comes with that. He runs a hand through his blond spiky hair as he tries to compose himself.
“Well, I'll tell ya … usually, it's briefs. Just your everyday, run-of-the-mill, cotton tighty whities.”
“Yeah,” he nods. “But sometimes ...” He lets his sentence dangle for a second as his smile grows. “Sometimes I don't wear anything at all. I'm not going to say when those times are, but it occasionally happens!”
His voice dissolves into laughter again, and I can't help but join in.
“This interview has been a delight, Cory. Thank you for sitting down with me.”
“Aw hell, anything for you, Lashell. Besides, it's like I said, some interviews can be a lot of fun.”