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    “You don’t have to do it,” Loretta said. “There are a lot of things you can do other than movies. It’s just that with this business you have to make your mind up early. By thetime something happens, a print special, a feature video spot hits, you need to have the next thing lined up.”
    “They’re always looking for fresh people,” Susan said. “But Loretta doesn’t want to get involved with them on just any terms.”
    “I don’t really think it’s something that Crystal is interested in,” Loretta said.
    “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” Crystal said, answering her agent’s comment. “I’m interested; I just thought that La Femme was mostly nude.”
    “You wouldn’t have to pose nude,” Susan said.
    “I wouldn’t put you into anything like that,” Loretta said. “You’re going to have to make a decision, though.”
    “What’s that?” Crystal asked.
    “What you want for yourself,” Loretta said. “And how badly you want it. I guess I have to know that, too.”
    “I think I’d like to get into pictures,” Crystal said.
    “Maybe we can talk about it next week,” Loretta said, smiling. “Jerry wants to do a few more shots this Friday. You free?”
     
     
    The limousine dropped Crystal off in front of the school, the driver coming around the back of the car to hold the door for her. Crystal nodded to the woman who sat near the front door. She was used to seeing Crystal come to school at odd hours and began writing a pass for her as she approached the desk. Crystal stopped in the third-floor bathroom to wash her makeup off before going to History.
    “How was the French Revolution different from the American Revolution?” Mrs. Reyes was asking as Crystal walked into the room.
    “Yo! Crystal, is that your limousine?” John Williams asked loudly enough for everyone to hear.
    Crystal slid into her seat and put her books on her desk.
    “I’d like to know, too,” Mrs. Reyes said. “ Is that your car? We saw it pull up to the school.”
    “No, my agent hires it for me,” Crystal said.
    “Get bad , mama!” John clapped his hands together.
    “Okay, class, let’s simmer down,” Mrs. Reyes went on. “Crystal, did you do the homework?”
    “I didn’t have time, Mrs. Reyes. I had to go to the Caliper office.”
    “That’s no excuse, Crystal,” said Mrs. Reyes. “You can’t let your modeling career interfere with your school assignments.”
    “I didn’t say—”
    “That’s enough!” Mrs. Reyes’ voice sharpened. “Did you do the reading, at least?”
    “Yes,” Crystal said sullenly.
    “Good, then tell us the differences between the French and the American revolutions.”
    Crystal took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Mrs. Reyes always got on her nerves. She glanced at the clock above the side blackboard. It was a quarter to ten, another ten minutes before the end of class.
    “Crystal, do you intend to answer the question?”
    “I don’t know the answer,” Crystal said.
    “You’ll see me after class,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Frank, you want to give us one difference?”
    “The people the French were fighting against, the kings and the royalty, they were right there,” Frank said. “With the American Revolution, the king was across the ocean.”
    “That’s one important difference,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Pat?”
    “The French people were more interested in getting more rights for the different classes while the Americans wanted to have a completely different country.”
    “Very good, Pat,” Mrs. Reyes said. “Perhaps you should spend a little time with your friend Crystal, convincing her that she’s not royalty yet.”
    The rest of the class went quickly, and Mrs. Reyes was surrounded by students picking up test papers when Crystal walked out.
    “Crissie, didn’t Mrs. Reyes say she wanted to see you?” Pat caught up to her in the hallway.
    “I thought you said you weren’t going to do the homework?” Crystal said.
    “I