"Five more minutes 'til showtime,"the producer of the morning show I was on announced.
"Ready for showtime?" Liz, the host, asked.
I nodded, "I'm so used to this," I said.
Liz shrugged, "I'd assume so. Live t.v. is a lot more difficult than movies. There are no retakes. Requires a lot more talent."
I knew she was trying to get to me. She'd love to see someone of my status flake and make herself look good. I had read about her. She couldn't get a break in Hollywood, so she had to settle to be a host on a morning news/talk show.
"I can handle it," I assured her.
"And 5...4...3...2...you're on."
"Good morning," Liz began, "I'm Liz Perry, here with America's favorite star in Hollywood, Megan. How are you today, dear?"
I put on my best fake smile, "I'm great, thanks, and you?"
"Wonderful. We've got a lot to talk about, so let's jump right to it. We have some things to clear up about your career, love life, and Jackson Walker. Where should we start?" Liz asked.
"Save the best for last. Start with whatever you' like," I replied.
"Let's get things kicked off with Jackson Walker's accusations. So, set us straight about that," Liz said.
"Truthfull, Jackson lied. I never dated him. He wanted us to, but I was never attracted to him," I answered.
Liz smiled at the juicy news, "What exactly is your relationship with Jackson?"
"Strictly business. Nothing more," I said.
"What about what he said about Nick Carter?" Liz asked.
"I'm dating him, yes," I said.
"Great, for how long?" Liz prodded, trying to look interested.
"A while. I love him a lot," I said, smiling at the camera.
"Isn't that just a fairy tale? Do you think the two of you will get married?" Liz asked.
"I don't know what the future holds," I answered, simply.
"There ya go,. We'll be right back with more questions about Megan's upcoming projects after this," Liz declared.
"We're off," the producer stated.
"Dan, damnit, get me a cigarette," Liz yelled. A man hurridely handed Liz a lit cigarette and she puffed at it intensely. A disgusting habit she had there. "o, you're whoring around with Nick?"
"No, I love Nick. I don't call that whoring around," I responded, offended by her comment.
"Look," Liz snapped, "I don't like you. You don't have to put on that shitty, 'I love him. Look at me, I am so sweet and lovable' act. I can see right through it. You're an awful actress."
"You're the first to say that," I replied, pretending to be unphased by her attitude.
Liz exhaled a puff of smoke, "People like you don't deserve their success."
"How do you know? You don't know me at all!" I said, through clenched teeth.
The producer stopped our argument, "Liz, get rid of the smoke, we're on in 10...9..."
Liz flicked her cigarette in an ashtray brought by Dan and welcomed the audience back.
"Now Megan, where can we see you?" Liz asked, sweetly.
"Currently, nowhere. I'm taking some time off. I've been looking through some scripts, but nothing has caught my eye," I said.
"You're letting everyone down. We're Megan deprived," Liz laughed, fakely.
"Everyone needs a vacation," I said.
Liz wrinkled her nose, "Obviously. Well, that's all the time we have. Tomorrow we have Britney Spearsm Heather Graham, and the head of biggest marketed toy out now. Thanks Megan for stopping by. Ande good-bye folks."
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