It Girl by Nic Tatano

Author:Nic Tatano
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780007548606
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2014-06-04T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Dexter wimped out last night, bolting out the studio back door right after the show. I'd ripped off my dress, changed into street clothes and stormed off in search of him, but he was long gone.

Coward. And just when I thought the guy had a soul.

Meanwhile I could take heart in that a great charity was making a dollar every time someone texted a vote to keep me on the island.

And I wasn't sure if I was more pissed off about getting a four or the possibility of having to go back to the vampire shift sooner than expected. I knew the show was rigged, but between Dexter and Gavin I'd sooner trust Roper the Groper.

I blew through the studio door Friday morning, dreading the smirks from the staff after my performance last night. As soon as I entered the newsroom, people scattered. Only Gavin remained.

What the hell was this? "What's going on?" I asked. "Did I come down with leprosy or something?"

"They, uh, probably figured you wouldn't want be in the mood to talk after last night."

"Well, they're right. Anyway, I guess I've gotta talk to whatever guests you've lined up."

Suddenly he grew pale. "Yeah. Uh … your, uh, first guest is already in the studio." He pulled out his cell phone, looked at it, and said, "I gotta take this." He quickly turned and headed to his office.

Funny, I didn't hear his phone's ring tone. He obviously doesn't want to talk to me. Another coward. Whatever. I shrugged and headed to hair and makeup, then twenty minutes later I walked through the studio door.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in."

Oh, you gotta be kidding. I stopped dead in my tracks as Dexter was being miked up by a production assistant. "You're a guest this morning?"

"I'm always on after the first episode. Don't you watch your own show?"

"I wasn't on it last year." I slowly walked toward the set, not taking my eyes off him. "So, what exactly do you always do during these visits?"

"I recap last night's show, critique the contestants. Talk about who might be voted off."

Ouch. That stung.

I sat down next to him, grabbed my microphone and clipped it on the lapel of my royal blue blazer. "I'm sure you've got the appropriate text number on speed dial."

He smiled and said nothing.

The director's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Veronica, you ready?"

"Let's rock," I said, wanting to get this over as soon as possible.

The floor director adjusted his headset. "Tape is rolling. Stand by."

"So where do you want to start?" I asked.

"You're the one doing the interview. Start wherever you like."

I nodded. Fine.

"Ten out!" yelled the floor director, who then counted me down.

I sat up straight and looked into the camera. The red light came on. "And welcome back. Before we get to our guest Dexter Bishop this morning, I wanted to mention I'm very excited to be throwing out the first pitch at the Mets game tomorrow afternoon. So, the team's front office needs to have a jersey for me with a number four on it.

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