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a dream she could simply force herself to wake up.
    Wake up!
she ordered herself.
    It did not have the desired effect.
    In the meantime, she continued walking towards the group on set.
    My subconscious is good
, Jenna thought smugly. Because instead of the retro set Eighties TV used every day,
this
set was done up to look like that iconic one from back in the day, when Video TV and MTV had battled it out every night in the ratings and VJs had lived like gods. Jenna had clearly taken note of every detail, from the sunken couches to the wacky videos on the wall, to the faux-trashed look. She had even installed famously sulky VJ Harrison T. in the corner, he of the pouty lips and pouty hair, despite the fact that she had always personally preferred the more preppy and accessible Digby Jones. Her subconscious dream-mind certainly got points for effort and originality!
    ‘Nice of you to show up,’ Harrison sulked at Jenna asshe approached. ‘The band refuses to play acoustic. They say you promised them they could lip-sync.’
    Jenna pasted a smile across her face. Perhaps Aimee had a point, if she was remembering the Eighties all the way down to that petulant little pout Harrison T. was wearing, an expression Jenna associated with music from Depeche Mode and the Cure. Jenna restrained herself, barely, from breaking into the chorus of ‘Blasphemous Rumours’.
    ‘For fuck’s sake,’ said a crisp, upper-crust British voice. Jenna saw the speaker uncurl herself from her seat and draw herself up to an impressive height. ‘She’s some kind of worker bee. What can she possibly add to this travesty?’
    ‘She’s the one who takes care of the bookings,’ Harrison T. retorted. Which was news to Jenna. Apparently her subconscious had given her a promotion, too. Even more points. ‘She can tell you what it says in the band’s contract.’
    ‘This is bollocks,’ replied the woman.
    Who, Jenna realized, shocked, was Eugenia Wentworth.
    Jenna had to restrain herself from gaping. Eugenia was skinnier than she looked in photos, and much uglier, not that Jenna was at all biased. Jenna had originally hated Eugenia on principle, of course, because she got to be with Tommy, but there was no denying the fact that the camera found things to love about Eugenia’s oddly angled face and ferrety mouth that the naked eye failed to see. Or that
Jenna’s
naked eye failed to see.
    ‘Eugenia,’ Jenna said in greeting, as if they were acquainted. Because Jenna felt that in a sense they were,after twenty years of watching Eugenia climb to undeserved fame on the back of Tommy’s death. She might as well tap dance on his grave, the bitch. ‘How nice to see you.’
    Eugenia actually curled her lip, like she was some kind of rabid, upper-crust British dog.
    But Jenna had already forgotten her, because
he
was stepping around Eugenia, and frowning down into Jenna’s upturned face. Jenna stopped breathing. The lights, the voices – everything disappeared. There was only
him.
    Those sea-green eyes, even narrowed in annoyance, made Jenna’s heart kick into high gear. His soft, gorgeous hair was dark around his face and curled over the headband he wore.
    It said something that he looked so beautiful even dressed in those ridiculous period clothes. That a
headband
failed to detract from the impact of his lean jaw or his delicious mouth.
    Tommy Seer was still the best-looking man Jenna had ever seen. She could feel herself melt as she stared at him.
    Okay, sure, she had variations on this dream all the time. So what?
    But this was the best dream yet. Jenna took a breath and realized that she could smell things – like Eugenia’s cloud of suffocating perfume, and the cigarette Harrison T. was smoking, right there on set.
    But mostly, she could gaze at Tommy Seer as if he really was standing there, his brow furrowed into that adorable frown. It was a dream, after all, and she didn’t need to worry about what Aimee thought while she was dreaming.She