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Authors: Lauren Conrad
Tags: Fiction, Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Interpersonal relations, Friendship, Dating & Sex, Reality Television Programs, Celebrities
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in her office,” Matt added. Matt was a nice guy, even though Jane had been confused by his presence the first time they met. After all,L.A. Candy was a reality show. Why was a director necessary? Like someone had to “direct” her getting a cup of coffee or chatting with her friends?
Jane had quickly figured out that he was there to direct the shots, not the girls. His job was to watch all the cameras at the same time on his portable screen and make sure they got the necessary footage.
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Matt frowned into his headset. “Or…not. What, Ramon?” he said to the person on the other end. “Well, fine. Let me know when she’s done with hair and makeup.” Jane knew that Fiona called in her own hair and makeup stylist on shooting days. The boss lady pretended not to care about things like her TV
image, but she did.
One of the crew members came over and handed Jane a small silver microphone attached to a wire.
“You wearing a bra under that?” he asked, nodding at her pale blue halter dress. That question used to make Jane blush. But she was used to it by now.
“No, it’s got, like, this built-in bra. But I can tape it onto the dress.”
“Great. You know the drill.”
As Jane worked on the mike (it created a little humpback under her dress, which she covered with her hair), she saw the receptionist out of the corner of her eye giving her a little wave. Naomi was petite, blond, stylish, and whispered most of the time, not because she was naturally soft-spoken but because she was terrified of Fiona and took her boss’s philosophy of keeping a calm, tranquil atmosphere very literally. Which was pretty hilarious, given the chaos Jane and the PopTV crew brought to the office. Jane waved back. It was nice to see a friendly face.
“Okay, Fiona’s ready for you now,” Matt called out to Jane. “Let’s get a quick shot of you coming out of the elevators and saying hi to Natalie.”
“Naomi,” Naomi whispered.
“What?” Matt frowned.
“Her name’s Naomi,” Jane said helpfully.
“Naomi. And then Naomi will tell you that Fiona wants to see you, and you’ll head on back,” Matt went on.
After shooting the exciting scene for twenty minutes—they had to let several crowded elevators go by, and then a FedEx delivery guy wandered into the frame, requiring a retake—Jane was ready to go face Fiona. Well, readyish.
Fiona sat behind her desk, busily typing on her computer. Two camera guys were in opposite corners of the room, filming. Forty-something and striking, Fiona was wearing one of her trademark all-black ensembles. Her freshly done hair and makeup looked lovely, especially with the help of the muted lighting, which Jane knew had taken the crew about two hours to achieve. They always had to go through this when filming in Fiona’s office. The fact that she insisted they leave her office exactly the way they found it meant they couldn’t leave the enormous lights in there and had to bring them in and out every time they filmed.
“Good morning, Fiona,” Jane said with a nervous smile.
Fiona stopped typing and glanced up. “Good morning, Jane,” she said simply, nodding toward the chair on the opposite side of her desk.
Jane sat down on one of Fiona’s prized Eames chairs, set her bag on the floor, and waited. She mentally Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
braced herself for the worst:Your behavior has disgraced this entire company! You’ve made one mistake too many! You’re fired! You’re—
“I have a new assignment for you,” Fiona announced. “Crazy Girl has hired us to do a Valentine’s Day party to launch their new drink flavor. I’m putting you in charge of it, and Hannah will be helping out.
Ruby Slipper will be doing the PR, so you and Hannah will be coordinating with Gaby Garcia.”
Jane was stunned. No chastisement from Fiona for leaving without
Jane had quickly figured out that he was there to direct the shots, not the girls. His job was to watch all the cameras at the same time on his portable screen and make sure they got the necessary footage.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Matt frowned into his headset. “Or…not. What, Ramon?” he said to the person on the other end. “Well, fine. Let me know when she’s done with hair and makeup.” Jane knew that Fiona called in her own hair and makeup stylist on shooting days. The boss lady pretended not to care about things like her TV
image, but she did.
One of the crew members came over and handed Jane a small silver microphone attached to a wire.
“You wearing a bra under that?” he asked, nodding at her pale blue halter dress. That question used to make Jane blush. But she was used to it by now.
“No, it’s got, like, this built-in bra. But I can tape it onto the dress.”
“Great. You know the drill.”
As Jane worked on the mike (it created a little humpback under her dress, which she covered with her hair), she saw the receptionist out of the corner of her eye giving her a little wave. Naomi was petite, blond, stylish, and whispered most of the time, not because she was naturally soft-spoken but because she was terrified of Fiona and took her boss’s philosophy of keeping a calm, tranquil atmosphere very literally. Which was pretty hilarious, given the chaos Jane and the PopTV crew brought to the office. Jane waved back. It was nice to see a friendly face.
“Okay, Fiona’s ready for you now,” Matt called out to Jane. “Let’s get a quick shot of you coming out of the elevators and saying hi to Natalie.”
“Naomi,” Naomi whispered.
“What?” Matt frowned.
“Her name’s Naomi,” Jane said helpfully.
“Naomi. And then Naomi will tell you that Fiona wants to see you, and you’ll head on back,” Matt went on.
After shooting the exciting scene for twenty minutes—they had to let several crowded elevators go by, and then a FedEx delivery guy wandered into the frame, requiring a retake—Jane was ready to go face Fiona. Well, readyish.
Fiona sat behind her desk, busily typing on her computer. Two camera guys were in opposite corners of the room, filming. Forty-something and striking, Fiona was wearing one of her trademark all-black ensembles. Her freshly done hair and makeup looked lovely, especially with the help of the muted lighting, which Jane knew had taken the crew about two hours to achieve. They always had to go through this when filming in Fiona’s office. The fact that she insisted they leave her office exactly the way they found it meant they couldn’t leave the enormous lights in there and had to bring them in and out every time they filmed.
“Good morning, Fiona,” Jane said with a nervous smile.
Fiona stopped typing and glanced up. “Good morning, Jane,” she said simply, nodding toward the chair on the opposite side of her desk.
Jane sat down on one of Fiona’s prized Eames chairs, set her bag on the floor, and waited. She mentally Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
braced herself for the worst:Your behavior has disgraced this entire company! You’ve made one mistake too many! You’re fired! You’re—
“I have a new assignment for you,” Fiona announced. “Crazy Girl has hired us to do a Valentine’s Day party to launch their new drink flavor. I’m putting you in charge of it, and Hannah will be helping out.
Ruby Slipper will be doing the PR, so you and Hannah will be coordinating with Gaby Garcia.”
Jane was stunned. No chastisement from Fiona for leaving without
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