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everygirl (although he had been meaning to speak to her about her look—she was a pretty girl but didn’t seem to even know the meaning of the word “style”), and the camera loved Carmen. Gaby was her familiar, comical, dim-bulb self, and Madison—well, Madison was a handful, which was exactly why he liked her. But still. Dailies: dull. The PopTV audience would enjoy seeing the girls struggling to make it in L.A., but they wouldn’t want them to be nice to each other all the time. If kindness and cooperation were what they were after—well, they could turn on Sesame Street . They needed a character to root for and one to hate. It didn’t matter if whoever was in which role fluctuated.
Madison had been in reasonably good form last week, though, Trevor thought, when he had maneuvered a seemingly organic way to get all four of them out together. She was saccharine-sweet to Carmen—she didn’t get where she was by not knowing how to behave for the cameras—but she couldn’t refrain from slipping in a couple choice insults, which naturally Trevor had enjoyed.
In the meantime he’d been working on a few things to ratchet up the tension and create more undercurrents of irritability and frustration. He felt confident that pretty soon it would all come together. And then fall apart perfectly. And then there was that interesting message he’d received from Madison’s sister, Sophia. . . . She’d hinted at a possible story line that would be amazing if it were true. Obviously the rehab that Madison had paid for had not cured Sophia of her addiction to fame.
Yes, Sophia Parker—she had legally changed it from Sophilyn Wardell, he now knew—was the gift that kept on giving. He had her on his calendar for tomorrow.
This was yet another thing that made Trevor smile to himself. Struggle. Drama. Meltdowns. He’d given his viewers that on L.A. Candy , and now he was going to turn it up a notch.
Chapter 9
People Like Us Do Not Wait in Lines
Kate sipped at her vodka and Sprite and surreptitiously took in everything around her: the low, leather lounges, the red-glass tile on the walls, the dark, smoky mirrors, the DJ booth manned by some guy dressed in gold chains and a baseball cap. . . . Nope, she definitely wasn’t in Ohio anymore.
She glanced down at her outfit. It was too bad she was dressed like she still was. Had she learned nothing from her previous outings with this crew? What was she thinking, wearing a pair of worn-in Levi’s and a ruffled T-shirt she’d bought at Banana Republic three and a half years ago? And let’s not even mention the DSW shoes! Kate sighed. She was only at Whisper, one of L.A.’s hottest nightclubs, where everyone practically seemed to glitter with money and glamour. The guys were all in jeans that probably cost more than a month’s rent back at her old apartment, and the girls wore tiny, shimmery dresses that hugged every tanned, toned curve. They moved sinuously on the dance floor or lounged around on the banquettes, members of an entirely different and much more beautiful species.
It was a miracle the doorman had let Kate in, even though she’d been flanked by the famous Carmen Curtis and the infamous Madison Parker. (Wouldn’t that have set Laurel’s teeth on edge, having the doorman open the velvet rope for everyone but poor Kate Hayes?)
When they’d pulled up in their town car (Madison refused to enter a cab), the line to get in had snaked almost around the corner of the block. “Ugh,” Kate had said. “Maybe we should go somewhere else. I don’t want to wait in that line.”
Madison and Carmen had both laughed. “Wait in line ?” Madison had practically sneered. “Darling, people like us don’t wait in lines.”
People like us? Kate had thought. But I’m not one bit like you.
Carmen had reached out and patted her arm. “You’ll see,” she said. “I can get in anywhere. The doormen always recognize me.”
Madison had snorted. “As a person who
Madison had been in reasonably good form last week, though, Trevor thought, when he had maneuvered a seemingly organic way to get all four of them out together. She was saccharine-sweet to Carmen—she didn’t get where she was by not knowing how to behave for the cameras—but she couldn’t refrain from slipping in a couple choice insults, which naturally Trevor had enjoyed.
In the meantime he’d been working on a few things to ratchet up the tension and create more undercurrents of irritability and frustration. He felt confident that pretty soon it would all come together. And then fall apart perfectly. And then there was that interesting message he’d received from Madison’s sister, Sophia. . . . She’d hinted at a possible story line that would be amazing if it were true. Obviously the rehab that Madison had paid for had not cured Sophia of her addiction to fame.
Yes, Sophia Parker—she had legally changed it from Sophilyn Wardell, he now knew—was the gift that kept on giving. He had her on his calendar for tomorrow.
This was yet another thing that made Trevor smile to himself. Struggle. Drama. Meltdowns. He’d given his viewers that on L.A. Candy , and now he was going to turn it up a notch.
Chapter 9
People Like Us Do Not Wait in Lines
Kate sipped at her vodka and Sprite and surreptitiously took in everything around her: the low, leather lounges, the red-glass tile on the walls, the dark, smoky mirrors, the DJ booth manned by some guy dressed in gold chains and a baseball cap. . . . Nope, she definitely wasn’t in Ohio anymore.
She glanced down at her outfit. It was too bad she was dressed like she still was. Had she learned nothing from her previous outings with this crew? What was she thinking, wearing a pair of worn-in Levi’s and a ruffled T-shirt she’d bought at Banana Republic three and a half years ago? And let’s not even mention the DSW shoes! Kate sighed. She was only at Whisper, one of L.A.’s hottest nightclubs, where everyone practically seemed to glitter with money and glamour. The guys were all in jeans that probably cost more than a month’s rent back at her old apartment, and the girls wore tiny, shimmery dresses that hugged every tanned, toned curve. They moved sinuously on the dance floor or lounged around on the banquettes, members of an entirely different and much more beautiful species.
It was a miracle the doorman had let Kate in, even though she’d been flanked by the famous Carmen Curtis and the infamous Madison Parker. (Wouldn’t that have set Laurel’s teeth on edge, having the doorman open the velvet rope for everyone but poor Kate Hayes?)
When they’d pulled up in their town car (Madison refused to enter a cab), the line to get in had snaked almost around the corner of the block. “Ugh,” Kate had said. “Maybe we should go somewhere else. I don’t want to wait in that line.”
Madison and Carmen had both laughed. “Wait in line ?” Madison had practically sneered. “Darling, people like us don’t wait in lines.”
People like us? Kate had thought. But I’m not one bit like you.
Carmen had reached out and patted her arm. “You’ll see,” she said. “I can get in anywhere. The doormen always recognize me.”
Madison had snorted. “As a person who
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