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and made a nice home near my kidney. “Oh, has he? Yeah, I’m interning at the studio.”
    Serena smiled again, her nose ring glinting in the light. “Oh, really? You should meet Keller, he’s interning too!” Serena gestured to someone behind me. “Keller, come over here!” she shouted.
    I turned around and nearly fainted. Keller was a serious hottie. He looked to be about my age. He was thin as a beanpole, tall, and had silver hair. Seriously, just like Anderson Cooper’s. I mean, what teenager has silver hair?
    “Hey,” he said, his voice low and smooth. Behind his square glasses, his eyes were bright blue. “What’s up?”
    “Keller, this is Holly. She’s also an intern.”
    His nose ring flashed in the industrial lighting as he turned to me. Is it some kind of requirement to have nose rings at the studio? I’d never seen a boy with one before. He was so cute I nearly peed myself.
    “Hi,” I said in a squeaky voice. I’ve never had much luck with boys. I can’t even flirt. I’m not even sure I know how to wink.
    “Nice to meet you,” he replied. A warm, wide smile spread across his face. That was when my crush became official. God, I’m pathetic. It only took fifteen seconds of mild conversation for me to fall for him. Oh my God, I have a crush on a boy with a delicate facial piercing.
    Someone called Keller’s name from across the lobby, and he gave us a half smile. “Hey, I’ll see you guys around. Nice to meet you, Holly,” Keller said as he strolled away. The way he said my name gave me goose bumps.
    Before I knew it, Serena and I were at a coffee shop, talking and laughing like we were old friends. We clicked in that way you do with other people when you just know you’ll be friends for a long time. People kept taking pictures of her on their camera phone and asking for her autograph, but she acted like it was no big deal. Right now, she’s talking on her cell phone, which is why I’m writing in here in the first place. I wonder if people think it’s weird that I take this journal out the moment they walk away.
    Oh, Serena’s coming back.
    We’re wanted back at the studio.
     
     
    Later, 2:00pm—Shell Shocked Studios
     
    We walked into the lobby of the studio only to be hastily greeted by one of the super-model-looking secretaries.
    “Lacey Bennett is here, and Mr. Salazar wants Holly to meet her,” the secretary said in a high-pitched voice.
    “Who’s Lacey Bennett?” I asked.
    Serena leaned in close to me. Her perfume smelled a bit like baby powder. “She’s the girl you’re singing for,” she whispered lowly.
    My heart stopped beating. “You know?” I asked, astonished.
    Serena shrugged. “My dad isn’t exactly quiet and confidential in his own house.”
    “Holly,” the secretary prompted. “Are you ready? She’s in Mr. Salazar’s office.”
    I was panicking. I’ve never had a nervous breakdown before, but I imagine I came close during the long walk to Mr. Salazar’s office. My heart was beating irregularly, and I broke into a cold sweat. I had no idea what to expect.
    A dark brown door with Mr. Salazar’s name on it swung open in front of me as if it was automated. His office was exactly how I imagined it’d be: cold, with sharp angles and stainless steel accents. A blonde girl was sitting in front of Mr. Salazar’s desk. Then, the worst thing happened; the girl turned around.
    She was beautiful. Her hair was a perfect shade of gold, and her eyes were sky-blue. And when I say “sky-blue,” I mean that literally. Of course she’s drop-dead gorgeous. My life sometimes seems like it’s nothing but one big cliché. If there’s a fat, awkward girl, there has to be a beautiful, confident one. It’s like Newton’s law. Lacey is my opposite reaction.
    “Oh hi, Serena,” Mr. Salazar said. “Yes, Lacey this is Holly, one of our interns ,” he added meaningfully.
    Lacey’s eyes examined me painfully from head-to-toe. “Hi,” she said coolly.
    “Hey,”