general. What bullshit.
“You want more champagne?” Jane said, holding the bottle gingerly between two freshly manicured fingers.
“Why not?” Scarlett said, reaching for the bottle. She didn’t feel like thinking about L.A. Candy anymore.
15
BUY THE GIRL A DRINK FIRST
It was late on Monday night when Scarlett and Jane hopped out of a cab down the street from Les Deux. They had opted to get out on the corner, rather than run up the meter while waiting in the line of cars that extended down the block.
Jane was wearing a charcoal shift dress. The back dipped into a low V accented with a large black chiffon bow. A layer of delicate black lace peeked out from the bottom of her dress. Her long blond hair was pulled back tightly into a straight ironed ponytail. Her makeup was simple: coral blush on her cheeks and a gunmetal shadow brushed under her blue eyes.
Scarlett wore dark skinny jeans and a thin black T-shirt with a deep V. She had several gold necklaces layered over her tanned chest. Jane had even persuaded Scarlett to wear a little more makeup than usual. Even if it had required practically pinning her down, Jane had managed to applymascara, bronzer, and lip gloss to her face. Scarlett had also reluctantly allowed Jane to tidy up her smudged black eyeliner into sleek lines. She looked lovely, like a slightly more polished version of her usual self.
The street was extra busy tonight. Closer to the parking lot, Jane noticed what appeared to be doors to another club. She hadn’t noticed it the last time they were there. A large crowd of people spilled out of the messy line and into the street. She and Scarlett made their way past the mass of clubgoers and walked through the parking lot of Les Deux.
As Trevor had promised, Dana had called over the weekend to arrange for tonight’s shoot—their very first. She had told the girls to find the tech van in the lot next to the club. She would meet them there so they could be miked and given further instructions.
Scarlett peered around the lot. “Did she say where they would be?” she asked Jane, frowning. “Can you call her?”
Jane pulled out her phone and dialed the producer’s number.
“Jane!” Dana sounded anxious when she picked up. “Are you and Scarlett here yet?”
“Um, yeah. We’re in the parking lot. Where are you guys?” Jane asked, looking around her.
“We’re in the very back. Look for two white vans.”
While walking farther into the lot, Jane spotted two minivans parked side by side at the far end. They were a little more soccer mom than she had expected.
“There!” Jane pointed as she started heading toward them.
Scarlett’s eyes followed. “Oh my God! They’re rocking minivans! They’re like you at sixteen.” She laughed.
When Jane got her driver’s license, she had been so excited to pick out her first car. Unfortunately, due to her less-than-stellar GPA, her parents had refused to buy her a new car. Instead, she was forced to drive the family minivan for the first six months. She had hated that car so much.
As they got closer to the vans, they saw a bunch of crew members, dressed in various versions of all-black outfits. There had to be almost a dozen people from PopTV to film her and Scarlett. A few of them were unloading large pieces of camera equipment out of the back of one of the vans. Jane wondered how the camera guys would maneuver those huge cameras in the crowded club. She was about to ask Scarlett when the passenger door of the second van swung open.
“Great, you found us. You ready to get started?” Dana said, climbing out of the van and adjusting her earpiece. Her eyes looked even more tired than they had at Jane’s initial interview three weeks ago, with her and Wendell. Had she been pulling all-nighters? Jane fought the impulse to offer the woman some concealer.
“Yes. So are we getting miked out here?” Jane asked her.
“Right over here,” Dana said, motioning toward thecloser of the two vans.
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