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blogs, or image searches. Up until a month ago if you Googled me all you saw was one track race I qualified for, and the news clipping for the production of
The Sound of Music
I was in. If you clicked on the link, though, the page had expired.
    Locked
—the first book, anyway—is mostly August and Noah on the island alone together. As they figure out why they’re there, and how to survive, they begin to fall in love. There are a few smaller roles that they’ve cast, and we’ll film those scenes near the end of shooting. They’re still looking to cast someone to play Ed, August’s boyfriend, who she thinks died in the plane crash. We won’t meet him for a few weeks, at the earliest. For now it’s just me and Rainer, alone in Hawaii. Well, us and the entire movie crew—which occasionally includes the author, Parker Witter. I’ve seen her around a bit, but from what I’ve heard, she’s a recluse. She hasn’t so much as spoken to us once since we’ve been here.
    “How did you sleep?” Rainer asks me, rolling his neck out.
    He’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt that would look goofy on most people, totally corny on others, and maybe, at best, ironic on some, but on him it looks completely right. That’s the thing about Rainer—everything he does is totally right. He’s effortless on set. You can never see the work.
    I lie, but it comes out a little sarcastic anyway. “Awesome.”
    Rainer cocks his head to the side. “It’s that damn ocean, right? So noisy. I’ll get Jessica to do something about it.”
    Jessica is the director’s assistant. She’s twenty-three and beautiful. The kind of girl you cross a room for just to be closer to her. Long blond hair and even longer legs. She doesn’t sweat, even in eighty-degree beach heat, or get bags under her eyes after an eight-hour night shoot. She also happens to be one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. She bought me a visor when I first got to Hawaii with the date of the shoot and Locked written on it. Stenciled in the corner was the movie logo, a cowrie shell—the necklace that August wears.
    “Where is the espresso around here?” Sandy, Rainer’s manager, appears at the screen door. As usual she is impeccably dressed and, despite the breeze, not a hair on her head is out of place.
    When it really comes down to it, Sandy is the one who got me the part. She convinced my mom. It wasn’t easy, but Sandy assured her she’d be around and that she’d look out for me. My mom considered coming herself, but I knew, in the end, she’d never leave her job, or Annabelle.
    Sandy came with us for the first few days here and has been in L.A. since. I haven’t seen her in over two weeks. I guess Sandy has kind of been acting as my manager. Everyone in L.A. has a manager.
    Wyatt, our director, is on her heels, and I instantly freeze up. I’m still in my bathrobe, and Wyatt isn’t exactly the most comfortable person to be around.
    “You have to call the front desk,” Wyatt answers. “The craft service stuff is poison.” He’s got on black jeans, a black T-shirt, and sneakers—a signature ensemble that seems to say being in Hawaii is a serious inconvenience for him, not a privilege. And it’s not just his style that resists the tropics. Even his hair, a self-proclaimed Jewfro, seems to be in retaliation against warm weather.
    “We’re starting at ten,” Wyatt says. “I can’t believe it takes six goddamn hours to fix the lighting in a room.”
    “You want a water?” Rainer asks. He’s still his normal, relaxed self, but he stands up when Wyatt appears. He holds out a bottle.
    “No,” Wyatt says. He turns to me. “Shouldn’t you be in hair and makeup?” I feel my face get hot, and my palms start sweating.
    I open my mouth to answer, but Rainer jumps in. “It’s my fault. I wouldn’t let her leave.” He glances at me sideways. “But yeah, kid, go fix your face.” I get a wink.
    “Thanks,” I say. It’s sarcasm, but I mean it. Another lecture