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and TV appearances next week to keep the momentum flowing. You’ll be too tired by Wednesday to even freak
     out about this anymore.”
    Very true. Nadine told me this month we’re doing news shows, radio shows, print interviews, and Sky and I were on The View on Wednesday because they’re shooting in L.A. Normally I’d be exhausted just thinking about all that smiling and saying “I
     love Small Fries !” over and over, but I’ll do anything, even go on QVC and sell T-shirts, if it means making this show work.
    It’s still mind-boggling to me that we’re even on the air already when it’s only November. When I got back from New York in
     August and officially signed on, we were slated to be a mid-season replacement show. We quickly shot the pilot, and execs
     loved it so much they aired it straight away, right after, believe it or not, an episode of Dancing with the Stars. (As much as it kills me, that confounded show is popular! I’m still never doing it.) Networks have found doing a special VERY early “sneak peek” of an upcoming show can bring in big buzz, which
     is exactly what happened when they aired our pilot for the first time. Our ratings were through the roof, we got a fast-tracked
     November premiere date, and suddenly everyone wants in on SF , as Sky and I have started to call it (it’s our own personal ode to FA ).
    “We’re going to set up the scene you’re going to see today, and then we’ll do interviews,” Amy tells the reporters. “We’ll
     break for a half hour first to set up. See you in a few!” I use the time to run back to my new dressing room and dial Laney
     and Seth. My phone is already ringing when I get there.
    “You heard the news, right?” It’s Seth, my agent, and he’s practically crying. “I told you this was a winner! Didn’t I say
     this was the one? Your mom was happy, of course, but you know her. She couldn’t come out and actually thank me for pushing
     TV again. She was too busy asking whether you will get a raise.” Seth laughs. “Let’s survive the next few weeks first, shall
     we?”
    “Absolutely.” I take a swig of the sparkling water I left on my dresser earlier. I also grab a few Sour Patch Watermelons. It is so nice having a craft services cart in my life again!
    “KEVIN! Line two is ringing!” I hear Seth yell to his assistant. “Sorry, shining star. I’ll see you Sunday night for dinner.
     I know you have that cover to shoot for Entertainment Weekly , so don’t worry about the time. I’m sure I can persuade the kitchen at the Polo Lounge to stay open late if I have to.”
    Laney is beeping in, but someone is knocking at my door, so I let her call go to voicemail (she hates when I’m talking to
     two people at once even though she does it all the time). The knocker must be Nadine. She had some errands to run for me off
     the lot. Before I can reach the door, it flies open.
    “We just got a full-season pickup!” my younger brother, Matty, screeches. He’s in costume and covered in fake blood. “They
     just ordered the back thirteen episodes!”
    I jump up and hug him lightly to avoid staining my own costume with red dye number thirteen. “That’s awesome! Are you really
     surprised? You guys have been killing the competition.”
    “Yeah, well, you know.” Matty shrugs slightly and, seeing my Sour Patch Watermelons, takes a bunch. “You never know. Anything
     could have happened.”
    See? All actors are superstitious. It’s not just me.
    “I wanted to watch you this afternoon, but I’m sort of in the middle of a pretty big battle,” Matty says and points to his
     attire. He looks so terrifying that if I didn’t know it was him, I would probably scream. His honey blond hair is matted in
     blood, his face is dripping red goo, and he’s got a fat upper lip. His shirt is torn and his jeans are shredded at the knees,
     like he’s been attacked by a werewolf (which he may well have been). But his green eyes are