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ends, and there were dozens of white chairs and tables for people to sit and enjoy it all.
    “There…she…is…Miss…A…mer…ic…a…” Scotty sang as I approached.
    “Am I late?” It looked like everyone else had arrived before me.
    “Not at all, you’re right on time.” He pointed to what looked like a director’s chair. “Why don’t you jump in that so our makeup wizard Tanya can pretty you up for the cameras, and then we’ll get started in a few minutes, OK?” He nodded his head toward a petite, pretty brunette standing next to the chair.
    Scotty saw me glance at the enormous chest of makeup sitting on the ground near her feet, then spoke again before I could utter a word. “I know what you’re probably thinking, but don’t be offended. We all need to wear a truckload of makeup to look pretty on TV.” He looked at Tanya. “Am I right?”
    She smiled and nodded. “You’re right.”
    He looked back at me. “See? There you have it from a professional. So are you ready for your debut?”
    “I think so. I took your suggestion to practice my questions in front of the mirror. I felt a little ridiculous doing it, but I think it helped.”
    “Wonderful. Just relax and have fun, and you’ll do great.”
    • • •
    “So what did you think?” It was a few hours later, and the camera crew was putting away its equipment. I felt like we’d gathered enough footage for two feature films, even though my segment would be edited down to approximately four minutes.
    “You’re a natural, I told you,” Scotty said.
    I clasped my hands together. “Really?”
    “Yep. I can’t wait to see the final product, but I already know it will be great.”
    “So we turn it over to the editing team now?”
    He nodded. “Exactly. They’re magicians in that little room and will turn it into exactly what you hoped it would be. When that’s done, they’ll give you a shout to come in and tape the voice-over, but otherwise, you can start thinking about your next segment.”
    “Wow, this really does move fast.”
    “Yep, that’s why it’s not worth stressing over any particular segment, because another one is always coming down the tracks right at you.”
    “Thanks so much for your help, Scotty, I really appreciate it.”
    “Hey it’s my job, sweetheart, or at least one of them.” He looked at his watch. “That reminds me, I need to jet, or I’m going to be late for an interview I have to do for the Today show.”
    “Now? You’re amazing. I can’t believe you’re producing Love, Wendy and reporting for the Today show too. You’re like the Anderson Cooper of entertainment TV.”
    “Perhaps, but he’s not as good looking as I am.”
    I laughed. “No one is.”
    • • •
    “So how did it go?”
    “It went well, or at least I think it did. I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I’d be. Knowing we could do as many takes as we needed to get it right took the pressure off a little.” I was walking down Montague Street a few blocks from my apartment later that afternoon, chatting with Andie on my cell phone.
    “How many people did you interview?”
    “You know, that’s a good question. I honestly have no idea. It seemed like dozens. It’s all kind of a blur, to be honest.”
    “So what happens now?”
    “Editing. They’ll take all the footage and turn it into something pretty. From what I’ve learned so far, it’s like writing an entire book, and then cutting it down to one chapter.”
    “That sounds like a lot of wasted work to me.”
    I laughed. “I fear you may be right. But I’m sure I’ll eventually learn how to be more efficient.”
    “So did you trip or fall or anything? Knock anyone over?”
    “Andie!”
    “I’m just asking. You know your track record.”
    “OK, you have a point. But for the record, no , I did not trip or fall, nor did I knock anyone over.”
    “It’s early. You have time.”
    “Thank you for that. I really needed to hear that right now.”
    She laughed. “When