She pointed a stern finger at me. “That’s why you need to start going to church with me again. You’re losing faith. Just believe in this for the next forty-eight hours, all right? And if nothing comes of it, nothing comes. But don’t disrespect God’s blessings.”
“OK, I’ll email them. Will that make you happy?”
“The happiest.”
* * *
I was glad to learn that the job interview wasn’t for a porn studio. After a few emails back and forth with Lane, the current assistant of the actress I’d be working for, I was stunned that she was so quick to give me the information for the shoot. I was instructed to go to the shooting location and meet Lane there so she could take me to the interview.
Christ. I was on a studio set.
Not even a broken-down porn set but a real-life moviemaking set.
It was unbelievable.
There was a lot of hustle and bustle around me. It appeared as if everyone was running around in circles, getting tasks done. From the outside looking in, it appeared as if it were a train wreck, but shockingly enough, everyone moved as if they knew exactly when to get out of the way and when to step in. An organized chaos.
“Shay?” a voice called.
I turned to see a very-pregnant-looking woman walking toward me. She looked stunning from head to toe and wore high heels even though it looked as if they were killing her feet.
I smiled. “Yes, that’s me.”
She held a hand out, and I shook it. “I’m Lane. I’m so glad you’re here. I want to get you in to meet Sarah as soon as possible before she has to start her morning shoot. She’s in hair and makeup in her trailer, so we can hop over there and get things going.”
I felt my cheeks heat. “This is all so insane.”
Lane gave me a kind smile while placing her hands on her hips. “First time on a set?”
“Yes.”
“I could tell. I still see the stars in your eyes. Don’t worry, you get used to it. Just move around as if you belong and no one will think differently—they are too busy minding their own business.”
We began walking toward the actor trailers, and my stomach was in full knots the closer we grew.
“I know it’s probably odd to hold an interview in a trailer, but Sarah likes to have a chance to really get to know someone and feel their energy and all that jazz.” She leaned into me and lowered her voice. “She recently watched a video on crystals and went full-blown hippie mode on me over the past two years.Don’t be freaked out if she asks you to hold one of her stones. It’s just, you know, famous people doing weird famous stuff.”
I chuckled. “I’ll hold anything she hands my way.”
“Good to know. Otherwise, my advice? Just be yourself. Sarah will probably have a million questions for you. She really likes to get a good idea of who she’s working with.”
“That’s fine. I’m an open book. Or an open script, I should say. Nothing to hide here.”
“Wonderful. Besides, if you had something to hide, Sarah would find it. OK, here we are,” Lane said, stopping in front of a trailer. I stared at the name against the door and was instantly sent back in time.
Sarah. Freaking. Sims.
The woman Landon dated after he finished dragging my heart through the mud.
Also, my favorite actress of all time.
I was going to vomit.
“Wait. I’m interviewing with Sarah Sims?” I choked out, my heart in my throat. “LiketheSarah Sims?”
Lane nodded. “Yes. Sorry, I thought I’d mentioned that earlier.”
“You definitely didn’t mention that earlier.”