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snatch it out of his hands.
    “Please,” I say. “Can’t we have five minutes in the morning without this stuff?”
    Even though this is only our third week on set—and we’ll be here for a few months—it seems like we’ve clocked close to a thousand hours together. I pull my robe tighter around me and sip the coffee that has just been set down. There is a nice, cool breeze, and if you sit outside, like we are on the balcony of Rainer’s condo, you can see all the way down to the ocean.
    We’re in Hawaii, by the way.
    There were two more rounds of auditions in Portland, and then a trip to L.A. to meet and audition for the studio and about one hundred producers. There was the hiring of an agent and a lawyer and rounds and rounds of negotiations and more documents with my name on them than could fill a library. But I got the part. And the beautiful guy, Mr. Gene Kelly, and I landed in Maui to start filming
Locked
. The love story that has taken the world by storm. And I’m playing the lead. It still doesn’t feel real, despite the evidence all around me.
    The book is set on an island in the Pacific Northwest, but Hawaii was offering tax breaks that would allow us to start shooting almost immediately, so here we are. Beaches, palm trees. We’ve even turned an old plantation house into a soundstage and built the one set we have, the little hut Noah and August share on the island. They’verented nearly an entire hotel of condos for the cast and crew. It’s where we’re all staying and where a lot of the various offices and departments are—editorial, hair and makeup, props.…
    Rainer clucks his tongue. “Should we move our tabloid time to lunch, then?” He looks at me, an eyebrow raised.
    “Funny,” I say.
    “Charming,”
he says, shrugging. “But close.”
    Rainer and I are lovers. No, actually: Noah and August are lovers. Not us. We’re just friends. He was the first one cast and the guy I read with in Portland. He’s the producer’s son and has been acting his entire life. Not theater, like me, but real movies. Television and film. The big stuff. He was in a movie last year with that actress Taylor, where they played neighbors whose parents get killed in a car crash, but it turns out to not be an accident. I’m not ruining this because I think every person on the planet saw it twice, but the big twist was that Taylor’s character’s parents actually killed Rainer’s. They still ended up together, though. He saved her from her parents and then whisked her off to Europe with the inheritance his parents had left him. They changed their names and bought a villa.
    The producers keep telling us to be prepared, that these roles are going to change our lives, but I’m not sure how his could get any bigger. He’s already known asHollywood’s golden guy, and I’ve made a promise to Cassandra that if he’s single, I will fly her out here to be his girlfriend. I don’t think he is, though. How could he be? He’s famous and gorgeous and has the cutest dimple on the right side of his face. He’s got shaggy blond locks and beautiful blue eyes, and his body looks like a superhero’s. Guys like that are never single. It’s, like, a fact of life. Or, you know, science.
    There’s also the slight issue that he’s older. Twenty-two to Cassandra’s (and my) seventeen. Even though he’s playing a teenager, I hardly think he’d fall for one.
    I look away from him. We’ve become good friends, it’s true, but I don’t share his nonchalance on set. I feel out of my element here, and not just because I’ve never done a movie before. This thing is on another level. The pressure to make August real, to make her loved, is something that stays with me from the moment I wake up until the moment I go to sleep. Rainer keeps telling me to relax, but I think that’s easy for him to say. He’s used to this.
    Seriously, if you Google him, there are sixty-one million results, and that’s not even counting news,