Four-thirty. She ' d been right. It was the middle of the night. Shutting off the alarm, she propped herself up on an elbow, remembering that she had set it for four-thirty herself. She had a six-o ' clock call, which meant she had to be on the set at six this morning, and Dollins was picking her up in an hour.
With a groan, she rolled out of bed. She could hear her mother stirring in the bed next to hers. Why did I want to be a movie star? she thought as she flipped on the blinding light in the bathroom and groped for her toothbrush. It had all seemed so glamorous at the party last night, but now, at four-thirty in the morning, she was having second thoughts.
An hour later, after stumbling around the hotel room in a sleepy fog and bumping into her mother twice, Taffy was dressed and ready, and they went down to the lobby. Dollins was there, looking as alert and impeccable as he had the day before.
" I ' m hungry. Can we get something to eat? " Taffy asked.
" I ' m afraid the coffee shop isn ' t open yet, " said Dollins, " but there are donuts and milk in the limousine. "
Taffy smiled. I should have known, she thought, feeling like a star again. But as they drove to the studio, she remembered with a stab of guilt that she had turned off her light last night without even starting a letter to Cory or Shawnie. She had promised both of them that she would write immediately, and she had really wanted to tell them about everything that had happened so far. The plane ride, Dollins and the wonderful limousine with its refrigerator and snack compartment, the movie set with her own trailer that had a star and her name on the door, the party last night, and of course, Raven.
Taffy took a bite of her chocolate donut and looked out the car window at the darkness. A moment later they rolled up to the studio gate. She was amazed to see that the guard was on duty even though the sun wasn ' t up yet. But as they proceeded on through the gate, she saw lights everywhere and realized that she was far from the first person to arrive for work. Trucks loaded with camera equipment rolled through the streets, and people bustled back and forth as if it were high noon.
When the limousine arrived at the area of the studio back lot where Nobody Likes Tiffany Stafford was going to be filmed, Taffy saw that she wasn ' t the first to arrive there either. The camera crew was already busy setting up equipment for an exterior shot of the school where part of the story would be filmed. Taffy looked nervously at the set. She would do the first movie scene of her life on those front steps in just a few hours. Did she know her lines? She had practiced them over and over with her mother last night and had fallen into bed thinking she would surely dream them as well. But now, looking at the set where she would actually say them for the camera, she wasn ' t so sure, and little fingers of fear played up and down her spine.
Dollins dropped them off at Taffy ' s trailer, promising to come back for them at the end of the day, and then drove away. Taffy wondered briefly what Dollins did all day as she danced up the steps to her trailer, but she forgot about him instantly when she stepped inside and saw three gorgeous but identical outfits hanging on the back of her closet door.
" Look, Mom! They ' re beautiful, " she cried, pulling down one of the hangers holding a lavender-and-white plaid skirt and layered sweaters in contrasting shades of lavender. " But why are there three of them? "
Just then the assistant director stuck his head in the door. " In case you spill something on one of them, " he said with a laugh. " And even in case you spill something on two of them. After that, you ' re out of luck. Go ahead and get changed and then head on over to the makeup trailer. You ' re first up this morning for the beauty treatment. "
When the door closed and the AD was gone, Taffy ducked into the tiny bathroom and changed into one of the lavender outfits. Then she