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Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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demanded, without waiting for an
answer and launched into a fast-paced monologue that left Missy’s head
spinning. “So anyway, Ian Carson was a good friend of mine and he couldn’t stop
raving about how fabulous you are and how great you’d be on camera, and he
insisted that your cupcakes were a little piece of heaven on earth,” Francesca
explained, not even pausing for breath. Missy winced a bit at the mention of
Ian’s name. He was a Hollywood A-list actor who had befriended her while
filming Whispers of Blood, and he had been tragically murdered on the
set. “So here’s the deal, honey…I’m in the process of looking at candidates for
a new reality show that’s all about baking. We need someone quirky and fun and
Ian spoke so highly of you that, naturally, you were my first choice. I’m going
to need you to come out to L.A. for an audition and a screen test as soon as
possible. The studio will pick up the cost of your travel and accommodations of
course, and we’ll provide you with a daily stipend while we evaluate your
readiness for hosting your own baking show. Whaddya say, Melissa?” she asked,
finally.
Missy’s
head swam with a combination of information overload, and the enormity of what
was being proposed. “Umm…I have some questions actually,” she began, feeling a
bit steamrolled.
“Shoot,”
Francesca ordered. Missy could hear the tapping of computer keys in the
background.
“Umm…okay,”
she faltered a bit, not quite knowing where to begin. “So…are you a casting director?”
she asked.
“Producer,”
was the abrupt answer. “Next question?”
“Oh…well…I..,”
Missy floundered a bit, overwhelmed. “I really hadn’t heard anything about a
baking show. Could you give me some more information as to what it’ll involve,
and what would be expected of me? I really don’t know what I’d be getting
myself into.”
“Well,
doll, you won’t be getting yourself into anything if we can’t at least agree on
an audition date. Let’s get that set up, see if you’d be a good fit for the
show, and we can hash out details once we get to that point. At any time during
the process, if you’re not feeling comfortable or you decide that you don’t
have what it takes to host your own baking show, we’ll just say our goodbyes
and leave it at that. So, I’ve got an opening on Friday, can you make it?”
Francesca asked as though it were a foregone conclusion.
Missy
swallowed hard. “Friday? Wow, that’s really soon…can I take a look at my
schedule and get back to you?” she asked, feeling somewhat faint.
“Here’s
what we’ll do, honey,” the producer spoke slowly, sensing Missy’s reticence.
“I’m gonna go ahead and book that slot for you on Friday. You look at your
schedule and see if there’s anything in there that might prevent you from
keeping an appointment that could very well give you the job of your dreams and
set you up financially for life, and call me if you can’t make it. You can fly
out on Thursday – what airport would you like to use?”
“Uh…New
Orleans,” Missy replied, feeling as though she were dreaming.
“Perfect,
sweetheart. My assistant, Roger, will hook you up with flight and hotel
reservations, as well as a driver to get you to the studio. He’ll email you the
details along with his cell number in case you need anything, and I’ll look
forward to seeing you on Friday, alright babe?”
Missy
almost giggled. Babe? How very Hollywood. She agreed, feeling as though she
didn’t have much of a choice, and hung up the phone in a daze.
Chapter 2
Missy
had no earthly idea what one wore to an audition or a screen test, but she was
quite certain that her current wardrobe was woefully inadequate. She tossed
outfit upon outfit onto her bed, finding some tragic flaw in each item of
clothing as Echo watched with amusement, sipping a glass of Cabernet.
“For
someone who still isn’t sure about whether you should even be going or
answer and launched into a fast-paced monologue that left Missy’s head
spinning. “So anyway, Ian Carson was a good friend of mine and he couldn’t stop
raving about how fabulous you are and how great you’d be on camera, and he
insisted that your cupcakes were a little piece of heaven on earth,” Francesca
explained, not even pausing for breath. Missy winced a bit at the mention of
Ian’s name. He was a Hollywood A-list actor who had befriended her while
filming Whispers of Blood, and he had been tragically murdered on the
set. “So here’s the deal, honey…I’m in the process of looking at candidates for
a new reality show that’s all about baking. We need someone quirky and fun and
Ian spoke so highly of you that, naturally, you were my first choice. I’m going
to need you to come out to L.A. for an audition and a screen test as soon as
possible. The studio will pick up the cost of your travel and accommodations of
course, and we’ll provide you with a daily stipend while we evaluate your
readiness for hosting your own baking show. Whaddya say, Melissa?” she asked,
finally.
Missy’s
head swam with a combination of information overload, and the enormity of what
was being proposed. “Umm…I have some questions actually,” she began, feeling a
bit steamrolled.
“Shoot,”
Francesca ordered. Missy could hear the tapping of computer keys in the
background.
“Umm…okay,”
she faltered a bit, not quite knowing where to begin. “So…are you a casting director?”
she asked.
“Producer,”
was the abrupt answer. “Next question?”
“Oh…well…I..,”
Missy floundered a bit, overwhelmed. “I really hadn’t heard anything about a
baking show. Could you give me some more information as to what it’ll involve,
and what would be expected of me? I really don’t know what I’d be getting
myself into.”
“Well,
doll, you won’t be getting yourself into anything if we can’t at least agree on
an audition date. Let’s get that set up, see if you’d be a good fit for the
show, and we can hash out details once we get to that point. At any time during
the process, if you’re not feeling comfortable or you decide that you don’t
have what it takes to host your own baking show, we’ll just say our goodbyes
and leave it at that. So, I’ve got an opening on Friday, can you make it?”
Francesca asked as though it were a foregone conclusion.
Missy
swallowed hard. “Friday? Wow, that’s really soon…can I take a look at my
schedule and get back to you?” she asked, feeling somewhat faint.
“Here’s
what we’ll do, honey,” the producer spoke slowly, sensing Missy’s reticence.
“I’m gonna go ahead and book that slot for you on Friday. You look at your
schedule and see if there’s anything in there that might prevent you from
keeping an appointment that could very well give you the job of your dreams and
set you up financially for life, and call me if you can’t make it. You can fly
out on Thursday – what airport would you like to use?”
“Uh…New
Orleans,” Missy replied, feeling as though she were dreaming.
“Perfect,
sweetheart. My assistant, Roger, will hook you up with flight and hotel
reservations, as well as a driver to get you to the studio. He’ll email you the
details along with his cell number in case you need anything, and I’ll look
forward to seeing you on Friday, alright babe?”
Missy
almost giggled. Babe? How very Hollywood. She agreed, feeling as though she
didn’t have much of a choice, and hung up the phone in a daze.
Chapter 2
Missy
had no earthly idea what one wore to an audition or a screen test, but she was
quite certain that her current wardrobe was woefully inadequate. She tossed
outfit upon outfit onto her bed, finding some tragic flaw in each item of
clothing as Echo watched with amusement, sipping a glass of Cabernet.
“For
someone who still isn’t sure about whether you should even be going or
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