that Jane do a Google Image search to make sure the person they’d met wasn’t just pretending to be Trevor Lord using fake business cards from Staples. He wasn’t. Trevor Lord— the Trevor Lord—had really and truly come up to them and asked them if they were interested in being considered for his new show. It was surreal. Things like that just didn’t happen. Jane had never really loved being the center of attention, and with Scarlett as her best friend, she never had to be. But she had engaged in more than a couple daydreams at work—as she took notes for Fiona, while she brainstormed Sweet Sixteen party ideas with the infamous Marley twins—imagining whatit would be like to be on TV. They hadn’t agreed to call his office until Wednesday night—they did it together, when Jane got home from work—and were surprised when the girl seemed so eager to bring them in. She’d asked if they could come the next day. The thought had entered her mind that maybe she was only there because they wanted Scarlett on the show. She and Scar had, over their years of friendship, slowly become a two-for-one deal. If you wanted one of them, you usually got the other as well.
Jane had spent her entire lunch break on the phone with Braden on Wednesday while she went back and forth about whether or not to go for the interview. She was worried about even bringing it up with him, because he was so anti-Hollywood, but in the end, he had given her lots of good advice that had helped her decide to make the call to Trevor (like pointing out that being on the show could help her learn about good clubs in L.A., which would come in handy for her life as a party planner). Honestly, she didn’t care what Scar thought of Braden (i.e., “guy-with-girlfriend on the prowl”). Attached or not attached, he was turning out to be an awesome friend.
Jane’s parents had reacted with excitement plus a healthy dose of concern. “You’re in L.A. for less than a month and you’re going to be a TV star!” her mother had practically screamed over the phone. “Wait till I tell your sisters and your grandparents and Aunt Susan—”
“Mom, calm down. I’m not gonna be a TV star!”
“You’re going to be a TV star!”
Jane laughed. “Okay, Mom, whatever you say.” She had told her parents the whole story, except she’d said they were at a restaurant not a club.
“Honey, this is great, but what’s the catch?” her father had piped in.
“Catch? What do you mean, catch?”
“Do you have to sign anything? Because if you do I want to run it by my lawyer first.”
“Dad, it’s just an interview. ” Of course, she had promised she wouldn’t sign anything without consulting him because that was the only way she could get him off the phone. But as she sat in the waiting room she was happy to know her dad was looking out for her.
A door opened, and a girl dressed in jeans and a FREE TIBET tee appeared. “Jane?”
Jane glanced up at her.
“They’ll see you first.”
She rose to her feet and gave Scarlett a quick, nervous squeeze on the arm. “Wish me luck.”
“You’ll be fine, Janie,” Scarlett assured her friend. She turned to the girl. “Who’s ‘they’? I thought we were just going to talk to Trevor.”
“Sorry, they don’t really tell me anything,” the girl apologized.
Jane waved to Scarlett, then followed the girl down a hallway. “Have you been working here long?” she asked,trying to distract herself from her own thoughts with polite conversation.
“Like three weeks,” the girl said.
“So is this, like, the main PopTV office?”
“No, this is one of the production spaces they rent.” The girl stopped in front of another door and indicated for Jane to go in. “Right in here.”
“Thanks!”
Jane entered, barely noticing the door close behind her, and found herself in an almost claustrophobically small room. It had the same dingy white walls and faded blue carpet as the waiting room. The only furniture
Jane had spent her entire lunch break on the phone with Braden on Wednesday while she went back and forth about whether or not to go for the interview. She was worried about even bringing it up with him, because he was so anti-Hollywood, but in the end, he had given her lots of good advice that had helped her decide to make the call to Trevor (like pointing out that being on the show could help her learn about good clubs in L.A., which would come in handy for her life as a party planner). Honestly, she didn’t care what Scar thought of Braden (i.e., “guy-with-girlfriend on the prowl”). Attached or not attached, he was turning out to be an awesome friend.
Jane’s parents had reacted with excitement plus a healthy dose of concern. “You’re in L.A. for less than a month and you’re going to be a TV star!” her mother had practically screamed over the phone. “Wait till I tell your sisters and your grandparents and Aunt Susan—”
“Mom, calm down. I’m not gonna be a TV star!”
“You’re going to be a TV star!”
Jane laughed. “Okay, Mom, whatever you say.” She had told her parents the whole story, except she’d said they were at a restaurant not a club.
“Honey, this is great, but what’s the catch?” her father had piped in.
“Catch? What do you mean, catch?”
“Do you have to sign anything? Because if you do I want to run it by my lawyer first.”
“Dad, it’s just an interview. ” Of course, she had promised she wouldn’t sign anything without consulting him because that was the only way she could get him off the phone. But as she sat in the waiting room she was happy to know her dad was looking out for her.
A door opened, and a girl dressed in jeans and a FREE TIBET tee appeared. “Jane?”
Jane glanced up at her.
“They’ll see you first.”
She rose to her feet and gave Scarlett a quick, nervous squeeze on the arm. “Wish me luck.”
“You’ll be fine, Janie,” Scarlett assured her friend. She turned to the girl. “Who’s ‘they’? I thought we were just going to talk to Trevor.”
“Sorry, they don’t really tell me anything,” the girl apologized.
Jane waved to Scarlett, then followed the girl down a hallway. “Have you been working here long?” she asked,trying to distract herself from her own thoughts with polite conversation.
“Like three weeks,” the girl said.
“So is this, like, the main PopTV office?”
“No, this is one of the production spaces they rent.” The girl stopped in front of another door and indicated for Jane to go in. “Right in here.”
“Thanks!”
Jane entered, barely noticing the door close behind her, and found herself in an almost claustrophobically small room. It had the same dingy white walls and faded blue carpet as the waiting room. The only furniture
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