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located at the corner of Sunset and Vine. She was used to being on movie sets and, having interviewed a fair number of celebrities, had learned much about how they were organized. But this time, she felt so nervous she was afraid she’d trip or bump into someone as they walked. The first time she’d seen Avalon in a movie theater, she’d been hooked by her striking beauty. She was probably five foot nine, not extremely tall for an actress, but so perfectly shaped, she could have chosen a career in athletics. She seemed naturally strong, with legs and arms that were noticeably well formed. And on more than one occasion, Paige had shamelessly stared at her ass on the big screen, wondering how perfection like that was possible. What made her even more attractive to Paige was that her roles usually depicted her as smart, straightforward, and capable, with a propensity toward clever wisecracks and adorable repartee.
    Off camera, she was known to be rowdy and not inclined to follow rules. She seemed to have nothing but fun, and Hollywood made sure to cover practically every moment. It seemed that almost every night, TV shows would regale her with Avalon’s antics at Hollywood bars, Melrose clothing stores, or movie premieres. But what Paige knew about her was only what she’d seen and read. Was she really as boisterous as they reported, as well as slightly out of control? Nothing written ever mentioned any specific diva moments, but with her level of celebrity status, wasn’t that part of the expected behavior?
    As they walked, Paige scrutinized Avalon. She wore a tailored gray pantsuit and a black blouse, looking like the stylish but expert detective she was portraying. As she watched her walk with the confidence of a lioness in the midst of her pride, a lot of great adjectives circulated through her head and Paige mentally wrote text for her book: self-assured, poised, fearless, jaunty, cocky. But who was Avalon, the person?
    A jolt of reality zipped through her. She was actually hanging out with Avalon Randolph. Would she get to see the other side of the actress, the part of her life that was truly her and not what every public camera captured? Would she be shy and reserved, the antithesis of most of her on-screen characters? Would she be an obsessive-compulsive hairball, creating a maelstrom of anxiety and tension for those around her? What was she like to just sit and talk to? Who did she admire? What did she think of Hollywood as a business? Paige had so many questions she hoped Avalon would answer.
    There seemed to be no question, however, of her sexual preference. She was an out lesbian and her past girlfriends were well documented in magazines and on entertainment shows. Her last was Jessica Wiley, another famous celebrity who commanded almost as much per movie as some research had revealed that Avalon was supposedly getting for her first action film.
    It was fairly hot out and the sun bore down on them as they walked down Vine. Avalon sauntered along, but there was a paradoxical purposefulness in the way she did. The combination was an alluring trick, like she was convincing you that she was relaxed but was ready, in a heartbeat, to react with speed and precision.
    As soon as they neared the crew and cameras, they ducked under a large shade cover. Avalon’s director’s chair was there, along with a number of others. Avalon motioned for her to sit next to her. “So, tell me, how does this work?”
    She sat down, placing the satchel in her lap. “It’s a longer process than usual. I photograph the action scenes you’re in and we talk in between. Or, if it’s easier for you, we can arrange one longer interview session instead.”
    “Let’s just see how it goes.”
    “That’s fine.”
    “I liked the book you showed me. It’s really unique.”
    “Thank you.”
    “I hope I can give you some good shots.”
    “I’m sure you will,” Paige said. “When’s your next action scene?”
    “This afternoon.