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Bret smiled gratefully at the blond man. At least he was good-natured about it. It would have been just her luck to get some angry actor.

She glanced up when Joanne walked over with no doubt a 'deer in the headlights' look. Ooh, this was getting better and better. She grinned, blushing and chuckled. Well, no way to go back in time now. Might as well just roll with it.

The blond guitarist introduced himself to the aged interviewer. So Recks was his name. Ah, now it was her turn!! Mature. Classy. Sophisticated. She repeated those over in her head before speaking.

"Ah, I appreciate that, Joanne! Nothing like a great first impression. I'm Bret Andrews, an aspiring stage actress."

She left it at that for now. Better not include her choreographer dream as well. That trip earlier would make certain the only thing she was hired for was choreographing prat falls and mime acts.

Recks made a face as she told him where he was to be sitting. He detested drugs, and druggies, whole heartedly.

Recks hopped right in with the answers, using his hyperness in face of nervousness.
"I've writing a few songs - just got done with one the other day. Working on the guitar for it, currently, and uh -- I've never met this woman in my life, so ummm, no. I've met a couple people ummm -- Riley and uhh,.." he couldn't think of the other girls name. "Well,..I've mostly stayed at home workin' on stuff. My role model? That'd have to be my dad -- he's the one that encouraged me to come to the agency in the first place."

Joanne Lakes
Recks Aldwin & Bret Andrews
Wonderful. Simple sweet answers, all that was needed to fill some air time, if they made the cut. "Thank you that will be all, you can go on in now," Joanne said, trying to form a smile. She felt some of the botox near her jaw crack. Oh crap, now half her face was smiling, the other half wasn't. Hopefully she won't be stuck that way. She quickly turned away from Recks and Bret and the camera, then shooed them inside with a few flicks of her wrist. She quickly fixed her face, then scouted around for her next victim - that Egyptian girl, wherever she went.

Riley Daima
Aha! There was the precious Egyptian beauty, sticking out of the crowd pretty well in her exotic dress. Joanne hurried on over to her, excited for the interview. "Hello there!" she said in a high-pitched cheerful voice. "You were so lovely on Stars and Starlets, simply stunning. You are quite unforgetable Miss....what's your name again?" She said that last part in a whisper, hoping the camera won't catch it.

Joanne Lakes
Riley Daima
"An excellent partner indeed!" she agreed enthusiastically. She raised her eyebrows in excitement. She felt her forehead crack a little. Zip Afron was one of Joanne's secret crushes. She loved young men, as long as they were old enough, of course. Its why she had to keep herself so beautiful! "What was it like dancing with Zip Afron? Did you two connect well at all? Romantically? Did you want to pursue a romance with him? Are you seeing anyone? Any other things planned for you, Miss Riley Daima?" She said the name loudly to act as if she had known the name the whole time.

Joanne Lakes
Riley Daima
This girl certainly knew how to answer her questions. Did she practice all that? Joanne tried to smile, only able to slightly lift the corner of her lips. "Yes, best of luck to you on your auditions!" she said warmly. She then grabbed the guest list and the seating chart, quickly spotting Riley's name. "You lucky girl! You are going to be seated at a table with Chad Mitt and Angelica Molie! You know, I think they adopted a child from your country." She wasn't quite sure about that fact, but they had over thirty kids, one of them must be Egyptian, right? After all, isn't it a continent?
From there, her mind wandered off, thinking about what little she knows about Egypt.. She wondered if mummification worked as a good substitute for plastic surgery and botox. Wasn't the whole thing about preserving the body? Joanne made a mental note to look into that as she breezed past Riley, letting her free to go inside.

Ana Cruz waiting for her chauffeur to open the door of the black stretch limousine, then slowly stepped out of the car, one foot at a time, flashing a little leg along the way. She stood up from out of the car and began her poses. It was just like modeling - well, it was modeling. But this time, she was herself, not whoever the photographer told her to be. She wore her own style of clothing, not what she was being paid to wear. A silky sexy black and red dress with slits in all the right places. Her hair tied up in a tight bun with golden earrings, bangles and and stilettos. She knew how to rock the celebrity look, and she had, through inheritance, all the money she needed to pull it off.

"Yes, I'm a model," she said with a small, constantly practiced, smile. Big enough to be noticeable, small enough to not cause laugh lines. "My name is Ana Cruz, I've been a model at Walk of Fame for quite a while. Most recently I was photographed in the summer fashion line for Cosmopolitan magazine, and I have a few auditions lined up for several other magazines and a catwalk. And thank you, I selected the dress myself and did my own make up." She then flashed a bright smile to the camera, showing off her brilliantly white teeth.