"Don't crease your dress, Kate-Kate!" Mom warns, sitting perfectly still in her low-cut fuchsia Monique slip dress. "Wrinkles look bad in pictures."

"Nadine?" Matt interrupts, his long, lean body practically scraping the roof of the cabin. "What about the rest of us? Aren't we walking the line too?" Matt was really anxious about the red carpet. He went through three outfits before settling on a three-button navy blue Dolce and Gabbana suit with a silver-collared shirt he swears Orlando Bloom just wore to the Golden Globes.

Nadine sighs. "Can I finish?" We all nod. She opens her bible and efficiently begins rattling off important details for the evening:

1. We're seated in Row E, seats 1,3,7, 9,11,13, and 15. Laneyhas our tickets.

2. Fellow attendees: Brad Pitt, Ali Kensington, AdamBrody (yum!), and Mac Murdock are all expected to bethere.

3. The rockin' after-party is being held in an empty airplane hangar at Los Angeles Airport that they've deckedout to look like a scene in the movie -- the one where Mac finds me in the cargo hold of a plane ready to takeoff for the Greek Isles.

As we pull up to Grauman's famed entrance with its Asian architecture and colorful dragon statues, the overflowing crowd lined up behind the velvet ropes starts cheering. When a limo cruises up, they know there is a 95 percent chance a celebrity is inside.

Rodney jumps out first and comes around to my side to open the door. I grab his extended hand and teeter out on my silver three-inch spiked heels. Flashbulbs start popping immediately, practically blinding me. God, if you're listening, please don't let me trip over my big feet.

As I strain to see in front of me, Laney approaches and grabs my free hand. She's wearing a black pinstripe pantsuit accessorized with a headset. "SHE'S HERE. Tell everyone," I hear her bark. Laney leads me onto the red carpet. The first stop is the photographer corral, lined up several feet deep with paparazzi. I take a deep breath, open my green eyes wide (they tell me they're my best feature), and then start to pose.

"Kaitlin, look over here," one cameraman yells.

"Give us a big smile, Kaitlin," another calls out.

"Hey, Kaitlin, where's Trevor?" someone hollers, trying to drown out the dozen other paparazzo screaming for me to turn one way, then the other.

HOLLYWOOD SECRET NUMBER SIX:How to Pose for Photographers. You want a flattering pose to wind up in US Weekly, right? So you swivel your torso sideways so that you're standing at an angle. This will make you look svelte. Then, place one foot in front of the other. Tilt your head back slightly and plaster a semi-toothy grin on your face. It's hard to hold a smile for more than ten seconds, but if you practice enough, it will definitely get easier.

"Okay, guys, thanks!" Laney waves finally, tossing her hair and pulling me away happily. Laney loves premiere nights. She gets a rush from gossip columnists and photographers begging her for a minute with her clients.