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“Jesse, what are you up to? Did you get a special pass inside or something?”
    “Actually, I have this friend who we’re meeting-.”
    “You’re getting in another way, aren’t you ?” he said, lowering his voice. “I know you’ve got connections all over Hollywood.”
    “Well-,”
    “Get me in too, please,” he begged. “I can’t wait out here all day. My makeup is already beginning to run.”
    “I really can’t,” said Jesse. “My hands are tied.”
    Yolanda’s eyes grew large . “Jesse, if you don’t get me in, I’m going to tell everyone about that time in Vegas, when you were so drunk you…”
    “Follow us,” he interrupted, his voice clipped.
    Yolanda winked at us as Jesse walked ahead.
    Sinclair grinned at me. “I’ll get it out of him later.”
    “It must be really bad,” I whispered.
    “I know. I can’t wait to hear,” she replied as we followed Yolanda and Jesse.
    When we made it to the back of the building, an extremely attractive guy , who reminded me of Matt Damon, was standing by the entrance, looking nervous.
    “Come on,” he waved. “We have to hurry.”
    “Oh, look at that yummy morsel,” murmured Yolanda, fluttering his eyelashes as he stepped closer to Phillip.
    Phillip frowned and pointed towards Yolanda. “Who is this? I thought you said it was just going to be you and two girls?” 
    “ Um, I need to get Yolanda in too, Phillip,” whispered Jesse.
    “Oh, no,” he said shaking his head , vehemently. “It was hard enough getting Tiffany in. Which one of you is Tiffany?”
    I waved at him .
    He nodded in approval. “Okay, we have to hurry. You’re almost up.”
    “Wh oa… what about me?” asked Yolanda.
    “Sorry, you’ll have to go to the end of the line,” said Phillip. “I can’t help you.”
    He put a hand on his hip and shook his finger at Phillip . “Hell no. You get me in or I’ll grab one of those reporters outside, and tell them you’ all are cheating.”
    “ Yolanda…” groaned Jesse. “What the hell?”
    “What the hell, nothing. I don’t want to wait around all day , either. Now, what’s it going to be? You going to get me in, or what?”
    “Oh, fine,” sighed Phillip, staring at his clipboard. “I’ll figure something out. Just get inside.”
    We followed Phillip into the building, through a locker room, and then back outside to the football field. 
    “This way,” ordered Phillip, moving quickly towards a large group of contestants. “Here is your entry information,” he said handing me a large card. “Now, the very first try-out is with one of the casting-directors,” he said, pointing to a line of several tables of men and women. “You have thirty seconds to ‘wow’ one of them, and then, if you pass, you’ll be sent to the other side of the field, where the celebrity judges will determine if you can go any further in the competition.”
    I looked over to the other side of the field, which was surrounded by security, where the real action was taking place. Cameras were already rolling as finalists stood before the celebrity judges. Although I couldn’t see him from this distance, I knew that Ransom was there. I could almost feel his presence in the pit of my stomach.
    Crap.
    “Okay,” I replied.
    “You can sing, can’t you?” he asked. “I mean you look the part, thank goodness. But can you carry a tune?”
    “ So I’ve been told,” I said.
    I knew others enjoyed hearing me sing, especially my mother when she was still alive. After she’d been diagnosed with ca ncer, and had to go through chemo, I’d made a CD for her, which she’d played during her treatments. She’d said that listening to me always everything a little more bearable.
    “ So, have you ever had any singing lessons?” he asked.
    “No, but I was in the church choir for several years,” I said.
    He sighed. “But you’ve never had any voice lessons?”
    “ Oh, she has a fantastic voice,” said Jesse, who’d never heard me sing