I bite down hard on my lower lip. "I don't even know I'll get an audition," I start to protest.

"We'll worry about that." Mom looks at Laney and Dad. "But if you get the audition and the movie, you leave school. Got it?"

I would never turn down Hutch Adams. But the likelihood I'd get a part is slim. He'll probably cast some hot twentysomething actress who looks sixteen instead of hiring an actual teen. "Got it." I lean over and plant a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you!"

"At least she hasn't totally lost her mind," Laney growls. Mom slides her remaining martini over to Laney, and she drains the whole thing down in one gulp.

I can't believe it. It's really happening! I turn to Liz.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" I whisper.

"Nothing, it's Saturday," she whispers back. "Why?"

"We're going shopping." I can't stop smiling. "I need a whole new wardrobe for Clark Hall."

Seven: Makeover Central

"Hello?" I mumble into my sparkly green cordless phone that was buried under my comforter.

"KAITLIN? ARE YOU AWAKE YET?" Laney shouts in my ear.

I turn over and look at my Revenge of the Sith alarm clock. It's 9:15 AM the morning after the Off-Key premiere.

"Um, yeah, I am now."

"GOOD, BECAUSE I JUST SPOKE TO YOUR NEW SCHOOL."

"Laney, why are you yelling?"

"I'M GOING THROUGH COLD WATER CANYON. THE PHONE IS BREAKING UP."

"Oh." I yawn. "Did you just say you spoke to Clark Hall?"

"YES. MRS. PEARSON, THE PRINCIPAL. YOUR MOM WANTED ME TO CALL AND EXPLAIN THE SITUATION. YOU START NEXT MONDAY AND ... HEY!" I hear Laney's car horn beep like mad. "THIS ISN'T SENIOR CITIZEN DAY! SPEED IT UP!"

"LANEY!" I shout into the phone, trying to get her attention. "Did you just say I start next week?" I can feel my stomach start to ache immediately. I don't have anything ready yet. No disguise, no clothes. No fake life story. "Next week?"

"YES. NEXT WEEK. NO TIME TO WASTE, KAITLIN. HUTCHIE'S MOVIE STARTS JUNE FIFTEENTH. DID YOU GET THE SCRIPT FROM YOUR AGENT YET?"

"You just told me about it last night."

"OH RIGHT. GET IT. I HEAR IT'S BRILLIANT."

"Okay." Now my heart is racing too. "But Laney, what did you tell this woman. Mrs. Who?"

"PEARSON. STRANGE WOMAN. WANTED YOUR TRANSCRIPTS AND TO TALK TO YOUR TUTOR, BUT OTHERWISE YOU'RE ALL SET. SHE SAID YOU CAN REGISTER UNDER ANOTHER NAME, GIVEN THE CIRCUMSTANCES, AND SHE'LL SIGN A CONFIDENTIALITY AGREEMENT. BELIEVE ME; SHE'LL BE SORRY IF SHE BREAKS IT."

I'll bet. "Okay."

"GO STRAIGHT TO HER OFFICE NEXT MONDAY MORNING. GET THERE BY EIGHT. SCHOOL'S OUT THIS WEEK FOR SPRING RECESS, BUT I TOLD HER WE'D CALL AND LET HER KNOW YOUR NEW ALIAS AND ..." I hear tires screeching in the background. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! DON'T YOU KNOW YOU SHOULD SIGNAL WHEN YOU CHANGE LANES?"

"Thanks, Laney."