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everything and bugger off to America with a total stranger?”
    “He’s not a stranger, he’s Reece Brogan!   And he’s gorgeous!”
    “He’s a stranger, Charley.   I don’t know him; I don’t know anything about what he’s telling me, I don’t know anything about movies or acting … Jesus, this is mad!”
    She sat back against the cushions, closing her eyes.   “And what about Terry?”
    “What about him?” Charley asked, gently taking the mug out of India ’s hands, placing it on the table beside her.   “He’s twenty-five years old, he can look after himself.”
    “I mean, what’s he going to say when he finds out I’m thinking about running off to Hollywood with Reece Brogan to chase some half-cocked promise of a movie career?   You see, just saying it out loud sounds ridiculous.”
    “He’s your brother not your keeper, India .   And if you’re that worried about it, don’t tell him yet.   But this is a chance of a lifetime here.   You can’t pass this up.”
    “I never even wanted to be an actress,” India sighed, closing her eyes again. “Never.”
    “Really?”   Charley settled back into position.   “Christ.   I have.”
    India opened her eyes and looked at Charley, smiling slightly.   “Have you?”
    “God, yes!   What I wouldn’t give to walk up a red carpet at my own movie premiere dressed in designer clothes on the arm of someone like Kenny Ross.”   She sat forward, looking at India .   “Kenny Ross, India .   You have the chance to be in a movie with Kenny Ross!   I can’t believe we’re even sitting here having this conversation!   You should be out shopping for something stunning to knock him dead with.”
    India sat up and pushed her hands through her long blonde hair, sighing heavily. “It’s a chance, Charley.   That’s all it is.   A chance to be in a movie.   I’ve got to do a screen test and God knows what else before I even get that far.”   She stood up, pacing the floor.   “And I might not even get to meet Kenny Ross.   If I completely mess up the screen test I could be back on a ‘plane home without having even set eyes on him.”
    “You don’t know who you’ll be screen testing with yet?”
    She shook her head.   “No.   Reece couldn’t tell me.   He’s got to call the producers, run things past the director ... have I told you who the director is?”
    Charley shook her head.   “Who is it?”
    “Michael Walsh.”
    Charley put a hand over her mouth, stifling a little screech.   “Michael Walsh?   Oh my God, India , you have to do this!   What the hell are you waiting for?”
    “I’m waiting for sense to kick in.   I can’t do it, Charley; it’s not in me to do something like this.   And I can’t just give up my job.   What happens if nothing comes of it?   Which is highly likely.”
    “You don’t have to give it up, do you?   You’re owed some holiday, just take that.   But for heavens sake, India , don’t pass up this chance.   Come on.   Live a little.   Throw caution to the bloody wind and do something wild and crazy, something out of character.”
    “Are you saying I’m boring?”
    “No,” Charley laughed, getting up and walking over to the sideboard.   “I’m not saying you’re boring.   I’m saying you have to stop analysing everything and just grab this amazing chance with both hands.   No matter how mad and ridiculous it sounds. Just do it.”
    India looked at the TV again.   They were talking to a famous actress about her new movie.   She looked happy, confident, and beautiful.
    “That could be you, India ,” Charley said, rummaging about in one of the drawers.   “In a few months time, that could be you.”
    “Don’t talk crap, Charley.   This is all just one big dream.   It isn’t me.   I don’t do this kind of thing, you know I don’t.”
    Charley turned around and smiled, waving India ’s passport in front of her.   “You do now, mate.   You bloody do