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they’re shooting a classroom scene. They’ll probably shoot it a thousand times.
    I haven’t been on a movie set in ages. Five fancy trailers are lined up outside Sound Studio 4.
    One of them is Tyler’s.
    The studio is set up with a classroom, a school hallway, and a locker room. People are coming and going in all directions. There are extras dressed in hip “school” clothes and technicians working on the lighting and camera locations.
    At first, I didn’t see my father. Or Tyler.
    As I walked around, a horrible thought struck me. My father raised millions of dollars to make this movie with Tyler Kendall. Did Tyler invite me because I’m the producer’s daughter?
    I deiced to leave.
    As I turned around, Maura Davis called to me. She told me that she’d listened to the Vanish tape and thought it was great. Of course, I wondered if she said that because of Dad.
    She also told me that Tyler was in his trailer. “He said to tell you that, if I saw you.” She showed me which trailer was his and mentioned that Felicia had left for the day. “If you’re looking for her.”
    “I’m not looking for anyone,” I said casually. “I just dropped by, you know, because my dad likes me to.” Meanwhile, I was glad that Tyler was looking for me and that Felicia wasn’t there.
    I decided to stop by Tyler’s trailer on the way out. Only because Maura had told me he was expecting me.
    I was about to knock on the trailer door when it opened and a man came out. He had on a fancy suit and was carrying a briefcase.
    I said hello and started to walk past him into the trailer.
    He put out an arm to block me. “Whoa,” he said. “Not so fast. No fans. No autographs. Let’s go.” He took my arm to lead me down the trailer steps.
    I pulled my arm away. “I was invited here,” I told him. “By Tyler. I’m Hayden Blume’s
    daughter.”
    I have never, ever dropped my dad’s name like that. I hated that I did it. I hope I never do it again.
    But it worked.
    The man’s annoyed expression morphed into a big smile. He reminded me of the salesperson at Rudolph’s.
    “Nice to meet you, Ms. Blume,” he said as he stepped aside. “Go right in.”
    I did. Without saying thank you or excuse me as I passed him.
    I looked around the front room of the trailer. No one was there. So I followed the sound of rock music coming from the back of the trailer. It was an old Rolling Stones cut — a favorite of mine.
    I suddenly felt very bold. Tyler was just another guy. All the rest of it was show business —
    including the over-the-top fancy trailer.
    “Tyler,” I called. “It’s me. Maggie.”
    I walked into the back room. Tyler was sitting at a desk with his back to me. He was reading a book.
    When I called his name again, I startled him so that he almost fell off his chair. He steadied himself and turned around to face me.
    “Sorry I scared you,” I shouted.
    He picked up a remote control and killed the music. “I was doing my history homework,” he said shyly.
    “It’s not a real school out there,” I kidded. “It’s a movie set. The teachers are actors. You don’t have to do homework.”
    He laughed and told me that he has to do schoolwork at least three hours a day when he’s
    shooting a film.
    I told him I was sorry to have interrupted him.
    “Don’t be,” he said.
    He invited me to sit down as he threw open the door of a minifridge. It was packed with juices, sodas, and snacks. “Do you want something to eat or dink?”
    We each took a juice and sat facing each other in leather swivel chairs.
    I told Tyler about the man who tried to keep me from coming in. Tyler told me he was his uncle and manager. “Uncle Fred loves being a big deal,” Tyler explained. “He’s my chaperone so my parents can stay home with my brother and sisters.”
    I asked Tyler about his family then. I could tell he misses them — and his friends. He said that they e-mail a lot, but it isn’t the same as being there. And that every