"There is one more pitch," pipes up a tiny agent at the far end of the table. "A Burke reality show. VH1 wants to follow Kaitlin as she makes her next acting choice. They'd introduce your mom, and then when you're tired of filming, they'd spin off the show and make it all about her management business."

I open my mouth to say no, but Mom speaks first.

"I love it!" she gushes. "Don't you think it's fabulous, Kaitlin? I mean, I always thought I was destined for TV. People have told me I have a natural gift of gab. I have to call Fashionistas and tell them so they can add this to their story. Fashionistas is profiling me next month," Mom tells the room. "This is a great idea, I can feel it. We should do the show!"

"You would be good at this, sweetie," Dad tells Mom. "But Meg, I'm not sure a reality show is the route we should take with Kaitlin's career."

"Why not?" Mom demands. "Plenty of big names do reality shows, don't they?"

NO WAY, I want to yell. I may enjoy Tori & Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood as much as the next person, but the world already knows too much about me as it is. I'm not about to invite them into my house on a daily basis. And besides, this meeting was to give me options. I'm not expected to make a decision about them today, am I? I feel a throbbing at the back of my neck. I'm on the verge of having a major tension headache, I can feel it. I rub my neck deeply, but it does little to ease the mounting pressure.

I glance at Seth. Thankfully he's giving me his "Not-over-my-dead-agent-carcass" look that we've worked out for situations where Seth can't speak, but I need to know what he's thinking. "I want to thank you for giving me so many choices." I change the subject quickly, trying not to let my voice give away how anxious this meeting has made me. I need to sound professional right now even if I want to curl up in a corner with my pillow. "I like the sound of that film shooting in London and the TV show about college in Alaska sounds funny. I need time to read all the scripts first and then I can decide. There's no reason I should move too quickly, right?" I laugh nervously.

"I think we should pick one right now," Mom says stubbornly. "That reality show . . ."

WHAT? Mom has to be joking. I can't choose a career-making move on the spot. I just can't! My stomach growls in protest and I fear I may have to bolt for the bathroom. My neck is throbbing and my forehead starts to too.

Seth saves me. "Kaitlin needs time to mull things over. None of these offers are going to disappear overnight. We'll reconvene next week."

I start to rise from the table and my legs are shaking. I feel heavier than I did an hour ago, and not just because I drank two Smartwaters. This is a huge decision I have to make. I manage to thank everyone again and Seth walks us to the elevator to say goodbye.