"I have my wardrobe choices all picked out," I say cheerfully, but inside I'm starting to feel sick. I'm sweating. Maybe I've just developed a fever? My breathing is heavy, as if I've just run a marathon. Austin looks at me strangely and I smile weakly. I have to get Ava and Lauren out of here. They'll ruin the shoot. "Could I talk to you for a second?" Ava ignores me.

"OH MY GOD, look at this!" Lauren coos. She's holding up a sheer Rebecca Taylor top and leather skirt. "Ava, I have to try this on! Where is the bathroom?"

"Those clothes are for Kaitlin," a harried assistant insists.

"This will just take a second," Lauren says dismissively. She grabs the outfit, and a donut, the glaze oozing onto the top.

"Lauren, watch that donut!" I yell. My heart is doing double-time. My breathing is even worse. I'm starting to feel dizzy.

She laughs. "This is why they invented dry cleaning. Don't worry about it."

"I'll pay for that," I croak quickly to the stylist.

I get up from the couch and walk over to Ava. I feel dizzy, but I still manage to grab her arm. "You guys are embarrassing me," I tell Ava, embracing the power she always thought I needed. "I think you should leave." I'm proud of myself, but I feel like I'm having a heart attack or like I'm going to faint. Is a person's heartbeat supposed to sound this loud?

Ava rolls her eyes. "Is this any way to treat your friends? Geez, we're there for you time and again when you go loco and now you want to push us out because you have a cover shoot to do? That's rude."

I try to speak, but my throat feels like it's closing. Something is seriously wrong with me. I'm so dizzy, I'm sure I'm going to fall. I reach out and grab the couch for support before my knees buckle under me. This can't be happening. Where is Rodney? Where is Laney or Dad? I do not want Sure to think this is the way I roll. I try taking deep breaths to calm myself, but it's not working. I can't get enough air.

"By the way, Katie," Ava says. "We heard your song this morning on KROQ. How come you didn't tell us about it?"

My song. Everyone must have heard it. I'm going to be the laughingstock of the whole town. Suddenly the spacious living room begins to shrink. I feel like the walls are closing in on me. I have to get out of here.

"That dog!" the stylist screeches. "He's peeing on the Jay Godfrey!"

Calou has his little leg lifted and he's relieving himself all over my cover shoot dress. Then he squats and does number two.

Oh. My. God.

Ava scoops him up. "Bad doggy." She giggles. "His pee is tiny. You won't even know it's there when it dries."