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CHAPTER 77

When the car door opened, the interior light came on. I could see Jake
behind the wheel, and Amy was highlighted as she stepped out of the
car. Jake waved to me as he drove away, and when I parked, Amy met me
at the car.
I asked, "Well, did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, pretty good I guess. It was, umm, unusual."
"Unusual? Why? He didn't get weird, did he?"
"No, Jake is a very nice boy. Do you know where we went?"
"Mom said you went to a play."
"We did. It was a play put on by the people from his church."
"His church? I didn't know he was a religious guy."
"Jake tries hard to be a lot of things. He's a big, rough-looking guy,
and I understand he has a reputation as a tough guy on the football
field. He dates some of the wilder girls at school, and some of the
girls say that they heard he got physical with one of them. But he
wasn't that way with me, and I don't think it's true."
Suddenly I was angry, and I barked, "You knew that he was being rough
with girls and you went out with him anyway?"
She laughed and said, "Give me a little credit here. I checked into
things. I talked with some of those girls, and they said that it
wasn't true at all. Besides, I have a big brother who would have
stepped in, in case things got out of hand."
I stammered, "B-But, what if I wasn't with you!"
She laughed again, then said, "Relax. I had a talk with him before we
went out. I could tell that his roughness is a façade. He likes it
that way. It keeps people from getting too close. At heart, Jake is
very insecure."
"So you sort-of, umm, like him?"
"As a friend, yes. But I won't be going on dates with him again. I'm
not what he's looking for."
"What does that mean?"
"Religion is an important part of his life. He hinted about it
yesterday, and today, I saw how serious he is about it. And I'm just
not into that."
"So, what are you looking for in a guy?"
"Right now, I'm not looking for anything. You see how busy I am at
work. Mom is a huge help, but things are going to get busier, now that
the Devons are involved and that you and Erin are starting to work."
"So, romance is out of the picture for a while?" 
"I think so, there just isn't time right now. But what about you? Is
there someone new on the horizon?"
"Not right now. Marla is out of town, and I want to see where this
acting thing is going to go before I worry about anyone new."
"Good idea. You're going to be pretty busy for a while, and by the
way, so is Monique."
"Really? How come?"
"I have her scheduled for a photo shoot in Reno this week, and next
week she's going to be with Marla in La Jolla."
"What about Alice?"
"She'll be in meetings this week, but she'll be around. By the way, I
want to mention something. We hired Jasmine to be our new
receptionist. You and Erin will be coming into the office from time to
time, and she's asked about you. I don't want to cramp your style, but
be careful with her. She's a shark, and she'd sleep with the devil if
she thought it would further her career."
"Don't worry, I have no illusions about her. Mrs. Devon told me the
same thing. But, if you're worried about her, why did you hire her?"
"Because we're going to have more and more people stopping by the
agency, and she's pretty, she has a great phone voice, and she's very
organized."
"Aren't you afraid you'll lose her if an acting part comes along?"
Amy raised an eyebrow and answered, "No, I don't think she'll be
getting any acting parts for a while, and I'd prefer if you didn't ask
me why. Let's just say that she was involved in something that angered
some people."
I decided not to pursue it, so we said goodnight and I went to my room
and slid into bed. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep for a while.
Today was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed the look on Cindy's face as
she experienced new things, and I laughed to myself, remembering how
Lori looked, standing in the fountain, dripping wet. But best of all
was the thought of Sylvia, and how wonderful it is to make love to
her. 

~

It was six thirty when Erin's voice on the intercom woke me, and just
before eight o'clock we rolled into the studio. John met us at Mrs.
Gibson's room and we turned in our schoolwork, then we got into a golf
cart, and he took us to a group of huge, old-looking buildings. When
we stepped out of the cart, he said, "Do either of you carry cell
phones?"
When we both nodded, he said, "Let me see them."
He took them and fiddled with them for a few seconds, then he said, "I
switched them to 'vibrate'. Don't EVER forget to do this before you
enter a set. If one goes off during a shoot, they'll string you up by
the heels."
 The buildings looked like warehouses, but when we got inside it
looked like a disaster area. The roof was twenty five or thirty feet
high and there were very few windows. Four-light fluorescent fixtures
hung on long chains, so you could see where you were walking, but
there were dim areas, lots of dark corners, and everything was old
looking and covered with dust. There were stacks of what appeared to
be, regular, room-sized walls leaning against almost every outside
wall, but they were one-sided, and the back sides faced out, so all
you could see was the wood framing. Electric cables were strewn
everywhere, and everything looked old and dusty. We followed John for
a while, dodging lights on stands, and stepping around workbenches and
electrical equipment. Then we stepped through a door, and suddenly we
were in a doctor's office. Everything was brightly lighted from above.
There was a handsome desk, a leather chair, and framed pictures of
degrees hanging on the walls, but the room had no ceiling! A woman in
a white smock and a distinguished-looking man, dressed hospital
greens, were talking with two guys. Both of the guys were in street
clothes, and one was wearing a headset. John went to him and said
something. He looked at us, and pointed over his shoulder, then he
watched us as we followed John to a large open area, where Mrs. Devon
was standing with a group of people. When she saw us she motioned us
over and said, "People, meet Erin and Pete."
She said to me, "Wait here," and she took Erin to where a young girl
was sitting at a desk. They talked for a minute, then she came back to
me and said, "As I told you before, Erin has a lot to learn, and Jane
over there, is going to spend the next few days with her, showing her
what she needs to know. I'm going to introduce you to Emil. He'll show
you around and tell you what your part is about. I'll contact you
later. If you don't hear from me, here's my cell."
She handed me a card with her number on it, just as a short little guy
with a beard came up. She introduced me to Emil, and he began talking.
By the end of our first hour together, I knew his life story. It
wasn't very interesting. He took me to a place where they were
shooting a scene, and told me about 'hitting the mark'. He explained
that sometimes there were pieces of tape on the floor, and you were
supposed to stop there and deliver your lines. The scene we were
watching was from a popular police drama. The set looked like a
lawyer's office, and a pretty girl was sitting at a desk. Then, a guy
I recognized came in and asked if "Stanley" was in. The girl pushed a
button on an intercom, and said, "Mister Stanley, officer Rocco is
here."
That was it! The whole thing was over in a minute or two, but they
filmed that scene five or six times and it wasn't until about the
fourth time they did it that I realized there was a subtle difference
each time. I waited for someone to say "Cut and print," like I'd seen
in the movies, but no one did. They just talked about things for a
while and everyone walked away. I asked Emil where they were going and
he said that they were going to another set, for a different scene
from the story that was supposed to have happened a few days ago. 
It was interesting, but overwhelming, and my head was swimming when
Emil looked at his watch and said, "I gotta go. Mrs. Devon told me to
send you to Mrs. Gibson when I had to leave, but I'll see you
tomorrow, and we'll go over your lines. "
We walked outside, and he seemed to be looking for something, then he
pointed and said, "There's one."
He was pointing to an old, balloon-tired bike leaning against the
front wall, and he said, "Take that. Just leave it outside when you're
done with it.
I hopped on the bike, and found my way back to Mrs. Gibson's room. She
was talking to two young boys when I got there, and she waved me to a
chair. A minute later, she came to me and handed me a loose-leaf
binder. It had my name on it, and she sat next to me and watched as I
opened it. Everything I needed to know was spelled out, including my
homework. It was amazingly easy to understand. She asked, "Any
questions?"
I answered, "No ma'am," and after I studied it for a while, I was even
able to work on the homework. 
Promptly at noon the lunch horn wailed, so I headed for the lunchroom.
I was getting used to seeing people in strange outfits, so when two
very pretty girls sat at a table near me, I didn't pay much attention
to the fact that they seemed to be wearing bathrobes. But when one of
them got up and the bottom flap blew back to reveal what appeared to
be, a very naked butt, I nearly dropped my sandwich. I was still
staring when a voice behind me said, "Down boy, she only looks naked.
She's wearing a body suit."
 Standing across from me was a really pretty girl. She had short brown
hair, a cute pug nose, and freckles everywhere. She didn't look much
older that me, and I quickly lied, "I knew that. I was admiring her
bathrobe."
She grinned and said, "Bullshit," then she stuck out her hand and
said, "Hi, I'm Meg."
I took her hand, but she was really cute, so instead of shaking it, I
held onto it and said, "Hi, I'm Pete Baker."
She looked at our hands and raised an eyebrow, but she continued, "I
know. Mrs. Devon said you'd be here. Are you finished with your
schoolwork?"
"Yeah, I'm just doing homework."
She said, "Good," then she looked down and said, "Are you gonna let go
of my hand?"
"Not unless you agree to have lunch with me."
She laughed out loud and then said, "Yes, I'll have lunch with you.
Mrs. Devon said it was okay and that you're gonna pay."
I nodded, and we went to the hot food line. I watched her as she took
two plates and stacked an enormous amount of food on both of them. We
went to the cashier and while things were being tallied, she went to
our table. I handed the cashier the credit card, and by the time I got
back to the table, Meg was half way through one of the plates. I
finished my sandwich, and watched her as she finished that plate, and
she was most of the way through the second plate when she finally sat
back and groaned.
I asked, "Had enough?"
"That's the first decent meal I've had in a week."
"Why? Have you been too busy to eat?"
"No, on a PA's salary, there's not a lot left over for food."
"I thought production assistants did okay, and don't you get to eat
with the others on the sets?"
"You thought wrong. We get paid minimum wage, and when they set up the
craft tables, it seems that someone always wants us to go somewhere
and do something, or pick up someone. By the time we get back, the
craft table is either gone, or it's so picked through there's not much
left. The only time we get anything decent, is when we're on location,
and it's been a while since I was with a show."
"If it's that bad, why do you do it?"
She smiled and shook her head, then answered, "If you have to ask --"
"Oh, so you want to be an actress."
"I AM an actress. I've been doing this since I was twelve. I've been
in a lot of little theater plays, and I've done things in a number of
movies."
She went on to tell me about a bunch of movies she'd been in, but when
I asked her what parts she played, she kind of sheepishly told me that
they were only 'extra' parts. Finally, she said, "Mrs. Devon says that
you're pretty new at this."
"Yeah, I've never done any acting."
"Nothing at all?"
"No, I'd never even been to a studio before this."
Wide-eyed, she asked, "How did you get a part in this production?"
"It's kind of a long story. My sister Erin and I were at a shooting
location, and some people saw us."
"Erin! Is Erin Swan your sister?"
"No, my sister's last name is the same as mine. Who's Erin Swan?"
She cocked her head and looked at me, then said, "Oh, I think I know
what happened. You'll find out in a little while."
She got up and crooked her finger at me, so I followed her back to the
food line. She said, "Dinner tonight," and she picked up a bunch of
food and loaded some Styrofoam containers. 
Again, I paid. Then we went outside. She stood still for a minute,
looking around, then put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. A
second later, a golf cart loaded with people pulled up. She said to
the driver, "Take me to Stanley," and we jumped on the sides. We
seemed to be going in a different direction than the sound stage, and
sure enough we pulled into a big parking lot at the far end of the
complex. She jumped off, and I followed her to a dilapidated-looking
Camero convertable. The top was in tatters and it didn't look like it
had been washed in years. She pointed and said, "Meet Stanley," and
she opened the trunk and dropped in the food. 
She slammed the trunk three or four times before the latch finally
caught and she looked at her watch and said, "Shit, we're late.
C'mon." I followed her to the end of the parking lot where a black
limousine was parked and she tapped on the driver's window. It lowered
a few inches, and she said something to the driver. He shook his head,
but she said something else and I heard a click as the doors unlocked.
She got in, and I followed her into the leather luxury of what was
obviously an almost brand-new car. It was hot outside, but it was
almost chilly in the car. The driver was an older guy. He was wearing
a black, three-piece suit, and a chauffeur's hat was laying on the
dash. As he pulled away, he said, "Meg, you gotta quit asking me to
take you places."
 She answered, "But Cal, I'm really late."
"You're ALWAYS late. One of these days I'm going to get fired for not
being where I'm supposed to be. I don't know why I do this for you."
When we pulled up to the sound stage, Meg leaned forward, kissed him
on the neck, and said, "You do it because you love me, sweety," and as
she started to get out of the car, the guy said, "Meg, did you put
food in your trunk again?"
She answered, "Uh huh."
He said "Gimme," and she reached in her pocket and handed him her
keys.
As we were walking inside I asked, "Is he your umm, boyfriend?"
"No, that's Calvin. He works for Manny Stein, the head of the studio.
When it's hot like today, he sits there all day with the air
conditioning on. Calvin never knows when he's going to have to take
Mr. Stein somewhere, and the boss likes the inside of the car to be
nice and cool."
"He sits there all day?"
"Yup, and sometimes Mr. Stein doesn't come out until midnight."
"Wow, that's dedication. So how do you know him?"
"My car wouldn't start one time, and he helped me get it going. He
says I remind him of his granddaughter, but actually, I think he has a
little crush on me."
"Why did you give him your keys?"
"He always does that. If he sees me at my car, he knows it's because I
have food. He'll take it from the trunk and put it in his car to stay
cool. If he leaves before I get back, he'll put it back in the trunk
and leave my keys in the ash tray."

When we got back to the sound stage, Mrs. Devon was sitting at a desk
talking on the phone. After a minute, she hung up and nodded to Meg.
Meg nodded back, wiggled her fingers at us and went off somewhere. 
Mrs. Devon asked, "Are you caught up on your schoolwork?"
"Yes, but where's Erin? I didn't see her at class or in the
lunchroom."
"We had lunch brought in, and don't worry, she'll get caught up with
her schoolwork. We did a screen test this morning, and your sister is
amazing. She takes direction like a pro. I've already talked to your
folks about this, and things have changed a little. She won't be
riding in with you from now on. She's going to be coming in earlier
than you, and we're going to send a car for her." 
"Is she okay with that?"
I must have looked a little anxious, because her eyes softened a
little and she said, "You care about people, don't you?" 
"Well, she's my sister."
"Yes, she's fine with it. And by the way, I heard what you did for my
girls, when you 'recruited' that group of kids that were giving them a
bad time as personal watchdogs. And I want you to know I appreciate
it."
"I was glad to do it. They're nice girls. They're famous, and it would
be easy for them to be stuck-up, or a pain-in-the-neck about it. But
they're not that way at all. You've done a really good job. But,
there's something I'm curious about. They are still in school, and
Erin and I are here. Why?"
"I want the girls' life to be as normal as possible. An acting career
is very fragile. It could end at any time, and I want them to be
prepared if it does. The reason you and Erin are here is because
there's a lot for the two of you to learn in a short time, especially
for Erin. And that's what I want to talk to you about. As I told you,
Erin has a much bigger part than you. She's going to be in a lot of
scenes, and she has a lot to learn. She's with speech and acting
coaches right now. You, on the other hand, are only going to be in one
or two scenes. In the pilot, you're going to be the good-looking
neighbor boy."
"Why bother having me in there at all?"
"A couple of reasons. First, I have a feeling you're going to be
successful. This is my story. I wrote it, and I'm going to produce it.
But the studio is going to finance it, and they have a lot to say
about things. They love Erin, but even though your part is a small
one, they wanted to go with a proven actor. But I convinced them to
use you in the pilot, and don't worry, you're going to be fine. If the
pilot gets picked up, we'll show it around, and I'll bet the
distributors will love you."
"Okay, I'll leave it up to you. But, you said there were a couple of
reasons."
She looked at me, frowned, and said, "Pete, my girls grew up in this
business. They've been acting and modeling their whole life. But they
were children, and I was always around to keep my eye on them. But
when they get to be the age they are now, this can be a dangerous
place. There are a lot of temptations, and a lot of unscrupulous
people waiting to take advantage of whatever, and whomever they can."
"So, the reason you want me around is to be their bodyguard?"
"Not for just that reason. You're a very handsome young man, Pete. I
really do think you have a career, either in acting or modeling. But
yes, I would like you to watch over them as best you can. I've talked
with them about you, and I've talked with people around you. You have
a reputation for being a good guy. You seem to have a good heart, and
I think I can trust you. I can, can't I, Pete?"
"Yes ma'am, you can. I promise I'll watch out for them."
"Thank you. Rose and Lily are good girls, but they're getting older,
and I, well, there hasn't been a man in their life for a long time."
I put my hand on her arm and said, "I understand."
The funny thing was, I DID understand. My parents had allowed me to
make a lot of my own decisions in the last year, but I always knew
they were there, in case I needed them. Dad wasn't around much. But I
always felt his presence. I always knew that no matter where he was,
he would come running if I needed him. But I also knew he would get on
my case big time if I did something stupid or uncaring. I don't know
if girls need that kind of backup, but I suspect they do, and I was
actually proud that Mrs. Devon trusted me enough to keep my eye on
them.
Then, something occurred to me, and I asked, "Are you changing Erin's
name?"
"Yes. It was the studio's idea. One of their people said that she
moves like a Swan. Plus, they don't want you and her to have the same
last name."
"Why not?"
"Because you two make such a good looking couple, they might want to
create something romantic between you."
"What do you mean? There's no way I would --"
She grinned and said, "Relax, young man. We're dealing with illusion
here. This is a G-rated show. The worst that would happen might be a
little flirtation." 
"Oh. Uhh, okay, I guess."
That got a chuckle out of her, and she put her hand on me and said,
"By the way, because both you and your sister are underage, the studio
demands that an adult family member or registered guardian is with you
at all times. Get used to my being around. Your folks signed papers,
and for a while, that guardian is going to be me."

The next few days went by quickly. I would get to the studio at eight,
sit with Mrs. Gibson for an hour or so, then Emil would come by and
take me different places. Tuesday, Mrs. Devon introduced me to the
director. He gave me a copy of the script, a few extra pages that told
what my part was, and he asked me to study it for a while. Emil sat
next to me and explained, "Your part is at the beginning. Your name is
Tom, and you live next door to two young girls who both have a crush
on you. You're in the back yard, cutting the lawn, when they came out
and in unison, they say, 'Hi Tom.' You stop, wipe your forehead and
say, 'Hi kids, whatcha up to?' They answer, 'We're dropping out of
private school, and we're starting at Midwood High, tomorrow. Maybe
we'll be in some of the same classes as you are.' You answer, 'Gee.
That'll be great!' and when they turn away, you grimace, shake your
head, and continue cutting the grass. After that, you're in one more
scene, but there's no dialog. You're talking with some guys at school,
and the girls see you, and start telling Erin how cute they think you
are."
"That's it?"
"Yup, that's it. It's a piece of cake."
I spent part of one day with a speech coach, and he explained how I
should deliver my lines. We practiced it about a million times. I
spent another day with a woman who told me about 'motivation' and I
practiced mowing an imaginary lawn, using a broom as a lawn mower.
I didn't see much of Erin. She was gone by the time I left in the
morning, and she would get home after me, take her dinner to her room,
and study her lines. 
I talked with Marla every night. She told me things were going well,
and that she and Monique had become close. I talked with Alice once.
She said she was busy, and when I tried to ask her about getting
together over the weekend for coffee, she seemed kind of vague. Our
lesson plans were in an envelope lying against my door every
afternoon, but I didn't see Cindy. I called her Wednesday evening, but
Digger said she was at a youth meeting. 
Thursday, Mrs. Devon told me that we were going to do some location
shooting Friday, at a high school not far from the studio, and asked
me to wear sneakers, some casual jeans, and a button front shirt.
Friday, after Mrs. Gibson went over the lessons, she gave me a note,
telling me to go to 'Make up' and gave me directions. I grabbed a
bicycle, and when I got there, I had to wait for a while. Finally,
they sent me to a room where they trimmed my hair and had me try on a
series of those tight-fitting muscle T-shirts. I would put it on, and
then wait for a guy to come in and look at me. When he saw me in the
first few he shook his head, and they got me another one of a
different color or style. After four of five fittings, he said okay to
one. I guess it showed off my chest okay, but it was very tight, and I
felt a little silly. Then they asked me to take it off and I put my
regular shirt back on. 
After that, I went to the lunch room. I was standing in line when Meg
walked up, wearing a radio on her hip. After I agreed to buy her
lunch, she said she would take me to where the location bus was
leaving. I didn't have to buy her enough food for dinner this time,
because she said the bus was too close and there wouldn't be time to
take it to her car. But she did insist on taking along an extra
sandwich is case she needed a 'snack'. It turned out that the bus was
in the parking lot right behind the lunch room, so Meg and I, and
maybe a dozen other people headed out. It was a short trip, but I had
time to ask Meg where Erin was. She answered, "The lead cast is
already there. They've been shooting all day." 
When we pulled up to the school, there were a bunch of studio trucks
parked on the side street. One of them was a long, affair, with a
bunch of doors on one side. When the bus stopped next to the row of
trucks, Meg got on her radio and told someone we were here. She then
pointed to the long trailer and said, "Those are your dressing rooms.
Both you and Erin are there."
"Oh, is that where all the cast members are?"
"Everyone except the Devon girls, they have a trailer all their own.
For the time being, this is where you'll be until they need you. Don't
leave unless someone comes and gets you. Your names are on one of the
doors. As soon as makeup is finished with you, go there. They'll send
for you when they need you."
She led me to one of the trailers, where I was met by a woman. She had
me take off my shirt, and she spent the next half hour putting tanning
lotion on my face and arms, and applying make up. When she finished,
she sat me in front of a fan for a few minutes, then she helped me
into the shirt I tried on back at the studio. She touched me up some
more, combed and sprayed my hair, then said, "You're done. Go to your
trailer, and don't touch anything."
I went to the trailer, and sure enough, there was a hand-written sign
in the holder on one of the doors that had my name on it! 
I stared at it for a few seconds, thinking, "Is this really
happening?" Finally, I shrugged and went inside.
My dressing room turned out to be more comfortable than it looked from
the outside. It had a carpeted floor, a couch, a small table with a
built-in radio, and even a sink with hot water. I looked around for a
minute, then I went outside and found Erin's door. But when I knocked,
no-one answered, so I went back to my room. I sat and listened to the
radio for over an hour before there was a knock on the door. It was
Meg. She took me to a large, taped-off area outside of a classroom,
where a bunch of cameras were set up. School had just let out and
there were a huge crowd of kids standing outside of the tape,
watching. 
Erin, Rose, and Lily were standing in a group, and I walked up and
said hello. Rose and Lily were in their familiar pigtails, and as
usual, they looked about twelve years old. But seeing Erin was a
shock. She was wearing a sweater and a red skirt. The sweater was
sort-of loose, but you could definitely tell there was something under
it. But the skirt was so tight I was surprised she could move. It
followed every curve of her butt, and there was no evidence of a panty
line. Her shoulder length hair was a mass of waves, and she was in
full makeup, including delicate shading around her face, that made her
blue eyes practically jump out at you. I think every boy and most of
the men were staring at her, and I began to get a little bothered. But
when she saw me, she grabbed my hand, and in her familiar voice, she
said, "Oh Petey, isn't this exciting?" So I just smiled and nodded.
 The director was there. When he saw me, he looked over at a pudgy,
balding, guy, and said, "Roddy, this is the Tom character, take care
of him. The guy looked at me, then he crooked his finger at me and
said, "Come with me." He took me about twenty feet away to where a
group of kids were standing, and said to them, "Guys, this is Pete
Baker. He's the one I told you about. He's the one who plays Tom. You
guys are supposed to be friends of his, laughing, and shooting the
breeze. One of the cameras will be on the girls, and another one will
be on you, so try to be animated. And remember not to look at either
camera." He left, and the guys looked at me like they were afraid to
talk to me, so to break the ice and asked, "Are you guys extras?"
One of them answered, "Uhh, just for this show. We go to school here.
They shoot stuff here all the time and sometimes they pay us to be in
a scene. I can't believe they're actually paying us to be in this
one."
I didn't want them to know that it was my first time, so I pretended
to be an old hand, and when someone came up with a device in his hand
and started waving it around us and talking into a headset, I said,
"Lighting guy."
One of the kids turned to his friend and said, "Wow! Did you see that!
It was a Rolamba20 light meter! They cost over five hundred dollars."
His friend answered, "Yeah, that was the 20B model, it's top of the
line."
The guys were obviously film students, and the conversation was
instantly over my head, so I was glad when the pudgy came up and said,
"We're going to have a run through. Talk with each other and pretend
this is the real thing."
Someone yelled, 'action' and we mumbled some things, all the while,
trying not to look at the cameras. After a few minutes, someone
yelled, "Cut," and a minute later, the pudgy guy came to us and said,
"You guys are too stiff. Move around a little. Laugh if you can. We're
gonna try it again."
It was better this time, but the talk was still subdued, and when they
yelled 'cut' the assistant came back and said, "That was better guys,
but loosen up even more. Tell each other dirty jokes or something."
He went back, and a few minutes later, someone yelled "Okay everybody,
let's be quiet. This time it's for real."
We started mumbling to each other, and suddenly, one of the kids asked
me, "Have you ever worked with that blonde before?"
It took me a second to realize he was talking about Erin, and another
second to realize I couldn't blame him, and I answered, "You mean the
hot blonde? Yeah, I know her pretty well."
"No shit! Could you fix me up with her?"
I grinned and said, "Gee, I don't know. She's my sister; I'll ask her
when I get home tonight."
The other guys began laughing, and slapping him on the arm, and
suddenly, a voice from the side said, "That's it guys, that's exactly
what we want."
They shot the scene several more times, then the assistant thanked
everyone, and I started to walk back to talk with Erin, when a strange
thing happened. The guys I was with wanted my autograph! I was
stunned, and I was looking for something to sign, when Meg appeared
and handed me a pad and pen. 
She leaned close and said, "Sign these, and thank them. It's good for
your image."
I had no idea I HAD an image, but I asked each of them their name, and
I wrote, To ----, Nice working with you, Pete Baker, to each of them. 
I have to admit; it felt pretty good.

By the time I finished signing things, Erin and the Devon girls were
gone and Meg said we should get going, so on the way back to the bus,
I got to thinking that it was Friday and I didn't have a date. I
looked at Meg and thought, 'This quirky girl might be fun', so I said,
"Hey Meg, what are you doing this weekend?"
Instantly, she fired back, "Why? Are you asking me out?"
She said it so quickly it startled me, but something in her tone was
odd. It was as though she thought I was joking. So I said, "Yes, I am.
How about it?" She stopped, looked at me and said, "I thought you were
kidding." Then she put her hands on her hips and said, "What makes you
think you can handle a girl like me?"
The way she said it was almost a challenge, so I moved if front of
her, close enough that I towered over her. Then, slowly, so I wouldn't
scare her, I put my hands on her sides, then I slipped them up under
her armpits and picked her straight up. When our faces were at the
same level, I said, "Oh, I think I can handle you."
I was holding her that way with her feet dangling, when the pudgy guy
ran up and said, "Meg, what the hell's going on?"
We were both staring at each other, and without looking away, she said
to him, "Nothing, Babe, we're just fooling around."
He said, "Well, quit screwing around and get the bus back. Remember,
we gotta be at the Epsteins' party tonight."
I set her down, and looked over at him. He didn't look happy, and he
glared at both of us. 
When we got into the bus, I asked, "Why did he mean when he told you
to get the bus back?"
"This bus is charged to the production. I have to make sure it gets
back and sign the release papers. If no-one does, they'll keep
charging us for it."
"What about the fat guy, is he your boyfriend?"
"No, we just go out once in a while. He's responsible for most of the
jobs I get."
"He can do that because he's an assistant director?"
"He's not an AD; he's an assistant TO the director. Real ADs can make
big money. He only makes about fifteen bucks an hour, but he's well
connected, and he works a lot."
Joking, I said, "Fifteen bucks an hour isn't very much. I've seen you
eat. How can he afford you?"
She gave me a good-natured slap on the arm. Then she stopped, put her
hand on my arm muscle, and said, "Jesus Christ you're huge. You must
work out all the time."
"Don't change the subject. Are you gonna go out with me or not?" 
"I'm going to a party with Roddy tonight, and I have an audition
Saturday."
We rode quietly for a while, then I asked, "Isn't he a little old for
you?"
She fired back, "Well, I'm a little old for you, and that doesn't seem
to bother you."
"How old are you?"
"None of your business."
"Lemme guess, fifty five, sixty?"
"Fuck you."
"That's no way for a lady of your advanced age to talk."
"Fuck you, again."
We were quiet for a while, then said, "I'm twenty five."
"So, how about ditching the old guy early, and meeting me?"
"He's not that old, you jerk. Besides, this party could be important.
It's at a producer's house, and I want to work the room. But you can
meet me there if you like."

Just then we pulled into the studio lot. When the bus stopped, I
waited while she counted everyone, wrote it down on a pad, and had the
bus driver sign it. Then she wrote down something else, tore it off,
and handed it to me.
"Here's where the party is. I'll tell them you're coming. Be there
about nine o'clock, and you have to bring a date."
"But I won't know anyone there."
"It doesn't matter. They'll know who you are."
"How? This is my first show."
"Trust me, no-one but industry people are gonna be there. Everyone
knows Mrs. Devon and her girls, and by now, they all know who you
are."
"And I have to bring a date?"
"Yup, that's the rule, and she better be cute."
I said, "Wait a minute," and I stepped away and called Kate's house on
my cell phone. Luckily, Sylvia answered, and I said, "You busy
tonight?"
"No, why?"
"I've been invited to one of those Hollywood parties, and I have to
bring a gorgeous girl. So, naturally, I thought of you."
She laughed, and then she said, "Okay silver-tongue, you talked me
into it. What should I wear?"
I looked at Meg and asked, "What should she wear?"
She answered, "It's a pool party. Bathing suits are optional."
When I told Sylvia what she said, she laughed again, and said, "No
problem, I have the perfect thing."
When I hung up, Meg said, "Uhh, these things can get kind of wild.
Your little friend isn't easily offended, is she?"
I thought about Sylvia, and I smiled to myself and said, "No, I don't
think so."

By the time I got home it was after five. Erin was there. She was
still in her make-up, and she was talking animatedly with Mom and Dad.
Mom seemed proud, but Dad looked a little unhappy, and he was asking
Mom if she thought it was appropriate for Erin to be dressed like
this. Mom said to relax, it was only a TV show, but I wonder what she
would have said if she had seen how the cast and crew were looking at
her.
Amy got in around six, and sat with us while Mom made dinner. She
seemed to know all about what had gone on today, and said that she
heard that Erin was terrific. During dinner, I mentioned that I was
going to a party, and I had invited Sylvia. Dad said he was glad. He
said that a party would be good for her, because he knew that she was
sad because of her husband. After dinner, Amy walked me to my room.
When we got there, she said, "You're going to Saul Epstein's house,
aren't you?"
"Yes. How do you know about it? Do you know him?"
"No, but I know about him. And I've known about the party for some
time. I was invited too. Those parties can be pretty wild. Be
careful."
"You were invited? By whom?"
"The first time was a couple of weeks ago. It was by an actor who was
trying to get the agency to represent him. Then Alice came in today,
and she brought some guy named Carl that she worked with on that soap.
Apparently, he knows some of the people at the party. And he invited
me."
"Oh, what's he like?"
"He's kind of sleazy. Alice told him who I am, and as soon as she
turned her back, he started hitting on me."
"So, Alice might be at the party tonight?"
"I don't think so. When they left, they were having a big argument
about something, and I think she said she was going to La Jolla, to
hang with Marla and her sister. But, would you believe it? That jerk
pretended that he left his keys on my desk, and he came back in to see
if I'd be there."
"So, are you coming?"
"Nope. I've had about enough to do with entertainment people for one
day. I'm going to the movies with Mom and Dad."

I got to Kate's a little after eight. Kate met me at the door, with
little Mike in her arms, and I reached for him. A baby that young is
fun to hold. They seem know something is happening, but their eyes
don't focus, and they seem to be trying to take everything in at once.
I've always thought that baby talk was silly, but I couldn't help
cooing, and making stupid noises, while I was holding him. 
All of a sudden, there was a whistle from somewhere, and when I looked
up, Ben was staring at something on the stairs. I followed his eyes,
and when I saw what was standing on the stairs, I almost had a
seizure. Sylvia was wearing something that looked familiar. It was a
filmy piece of materiel that covered everything, but you could see
right through it. I think it was the one she wore in Mexico. In Mexico
she was topless, but this time she was wearing a Bikini beneath it,
but though this had a tiny bit of a top, she actually looked sexier.
Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun that accentuated her high
cheekbones, and she was wearing high-heeled sandals. In the few
seconds it took me to catch my breath, I noticed something. Kristen
and Amy both have large, full breasts. So do both Sylvia and Kate. At
least she did before Little Mike came along. But both Sylvia and Kate
are mature women, and their breasts hang a little lower than the
younger girls. It struck me that it was actually a little sexier
looking.
Or maybe it was because I was looking at that astonishing creature on
the stairs.

On the way to the party I commented that Sylvia looked wonderful in
her skimpy outfit.
She laughed and replied, "Thank you Peter, but I've been to Hollywood
parties before. Trust me, later tonight there'll be women there
wearing less than this."

And she was right --

 

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