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slowly, steadily, getting to be noticed for more than just being Blake’s girlfriend.  I had a modeling contract.  I had a fake-tabloid relationship with Tanner Cole.  I had a song on YouTube — or at least, Blake and I had a song on YouTube — with millions of views.
    I’d always thought that if a producer wanted to meet with me, it would be out of pity.  But maybe — just maybe — I actually had something to offer.
    I dialed t he number on his card, worried that my fingers were shaking too much to hit the right keys. 
    Finally, the call went through.  It rang once, twice. 
    “Paragon Records, how may I help you?”
    I wasn’t expecting a woman’s voice. 
    “Sorry, I might have dialed wrong — I’m looking for Zak Grant?”
    The girl on the other end of the line let out a sigh.  I could hear her clothes rustle as she shifted positions.
    “I’m sorry, Zak doesn’t work here anymore — if you tell me what this is about, I’m happy to see if there’s someone I can put you in touch with to take over whatever you’re working on.  What do you need?”
    I bit my lip .  What was I supposed to tell her?  That some guy had given me a card at a concert six months ago, and now I wanted to talk to him about making an album?  It sounded insane. 
    Worse than insane.  It sounded like a lie.
    “Oh, um, it’s ok — he’d asked me to call him, but I guess I waited too long.  He didn’t leave a forwarding number, did he?”
    The girl hesitated.  “We’re not supposed to give them out,” she said, sounding almost apologetic.  “But you know what?  If you want to leave a message with me, I can call him and pass it on.  Does that work?”
    Relief coursed through my body.  “Yes—” I said, taking a deep breath.  “That would be amazing.  You’re so nice.”
    I could hear her smile in her voice.  “You caught me on a good day.  Ok, so, what’s the message?”
    “He may not even remember me.  We met at the Moving Neutral concert this summer and he gave me his card, in case I was ever going to be in California again.  I’m coming up the first week of January for a photoshoot, and I thought we could talk.”
    “Got it,” I could hear the girl scribbling, like maybe this was juicy gossip.  “And could you just give me your name and phone number, so he can reach you when he gets this?”
    “Sure,” I said, barely hesitating.  I rattled off my cell phone number, and then, when I was sure she’d had long enough to write it down, I told her my name.
    The pen scratches stopped.
    “Casey Snow?”
    “The one and only.”
    “Like, Blake Parker, Casey Snow, Tanner Cole?”
    “Like, Casey Sno w, who the tabloids love to make up stories about.”
    “Cool,” she said, her voice suddenly perking up.  “Well, I’ll absolutely pass this on to Zak, but if you’re coming to Los Angeles anyways, you sh ould think about coming in here, too.  What do you think?”
    “Don’t you represent Moving Neutral?”
    “And about half the other artists on the top 20 lists in any given week.  I think you might find a meeting with us kind of… enlightening.  Listen, I’ll text you my contact info, and then you can decide, ok?  But I look forward to hearing from you.”
    “Ok…” I said, hesitating.  A meeting couldn’t hurt… or could it?  I wished, yet again, that I could talk to Blake about this stuff.  “Well anyways — thanks for getting the message across.  Happy holidays.”
    “ Aww, you’re so cute.  Happy holidays to you too, Casey Snow.”
    I closed my phone and set it down on the table, glancing around the room at the French and Italian novels that I could barely even recognize the titles.  I curled my feet up in the uncomfortable plastic seat.
    “Well,” I said to the empty room.  “ I guess that just happened.”

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    Three days went by before I heard from Liv, and each morning made me a little more nervous.  As hard as I tried to focus on exams,