I give her a look. "Actually, Mom, there was something important I wanted to talk to you and Dad about."

"Yes, Kates? What is it?" Rodney says in a higher voice that I guess is supposed to sound like my dad. He chuckles to himself, then takes another bite of his breakfast sandwich.

"I'm on hiatus now, and my schedule is already jammed," I recite awkwardly. "I don't want to back out on my press commitments, but I..."

"Good, honey, because that's what we expect you to do!" Nadine cuts me off. "Work, work, work! That's what Reese and Renée did at your age! You can't become a megastar if you don't work your butt off." Nadine is clearly enjoying her role.

"Yeah, um, okay, Mom. But I really need a breather too. A break from the scene, you know? I was talking to Liz, and she was saying how great school is, and I thought to myself,'What a cool idea!' I could try something different and study at the same time."

"Study? STUDY?" Rodney bellows. "Now why on earth would you want to do that? Actors don't need school!"

Nadine is wide-eyed. "Studying is for ... studying is for ... well, regular people. We're famous, Kaitlin. We don't need to work hard."

Rodney laughs at that. So does Nadine. I throw up my hands.

"Forget it," I say, almost mad that I am laughing myself. "You two are enjoying this too much. I'll just wing it."

An hour later (accident on the 101 again between a Porsche and a Lamborghini), we arrive at the studio. Nadine and I race to the hair and makeup room and find Sky sitting in the chair next to mine.

"There you are, K," she sings when she sees me in the mirror. "I thought you were going to blow our call time and hold everything up. I've been here a half hour already." Raphael looks at me guiltily as he curls Sky's hair.

"You know me, Skylar," I reply coolly. I take a seat in Paul's chair. "I'm always causing problems." I give Sky a wink and she purses her lips.

"Now girls," Raphael interjects nervously (He's Sky's latest hair designer. She practically fires a new one every other week.). "It's too early to argue."

"I don't recall asking your opinion, Raphael," Sky snaps.

Paul whistles under his breath, and I suppress a giggle. Sky wouldn't admit this, but I think even she is too tired to have a full-blown argument this morning. For the next half hour the only sound I hear is Paul's and Raphael's styling tools. Paul's washed my hair in the sink and is now blow-drying it straight before putting it in rollers. He has to give me an updo for today's scene, which is Krystal's scandalous wedding. Sky and I are bridesmaids.