"Sakura, how's that article coming along?" Sakura's boss, Mr. Orange asked. Sakura sat in her cubicle at her typewriter and nodded.
"It's great sir." She answered flatly. He stood in the doorway, coffee cup in hand and smoothed out Hawaiian tie. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and ran a hand through his thin gray hair. He was just shy of 40, but looked like a senior.
"That's good, those people need their recipes!" he exclaimed and moved to the next cubicle. Sakura banged her head on her desk. She pulled out a small mirror out of her purse and examined her face. Her flawless skin looked dry this particular day, and her emerald eyes were red from not getting enough sleep.
"Recipes, I hate recipes." She mumbled under her breath as she put a clean sheet of paper into the typewriter. As she typed, her mind wandered through the past week. She moved into her house, unpacked most of her things, saw Tomoyo…
"Tomoyo." She whispered and wondered what she was up to. At that moment, her cell phone went off. Sakura dug around for it in her purse and answered.
"Hello?" she asked quickly. There was lots of static, making it very hard to hear. Then it got very clear.
"Sakura, are you there?" a voice asked.
"Yes, who is this?" Sakura asked confused, the voice didn't sound familiar.
"It's me, Tomoyo!" the voice cried in disbelief. "Geeze, you don't know the sound of your best friend's voice?" Sakura chuckled nervously.
"Sorry, you just sound so different. So what's up?" There was a brief pause. "Tomoyo, what's going on?"
"You might be mad." She said softly. Sakura tapped her fingers on the desk.
"Tomoyo, nothing you could do could make me mad." Sakura laughed. She heard her pal take a deep breath.
"Well, okay, you see, Mr. Grape is the head of a television network and he wants us to produce a new show called "Lights, Camera, Love" and it where all these girls go on it and there is one guy and he chooses which girl he wants and I signed you up for it." Tomoyo spoke so fast, it took Sakura a moment to register exactly what she said.
"You, you what! YOU DID WHAT!" Sakura screamed in disbelief. The people in the cubicles next door, Rita and Nathan peered into Sakura's cubicle.
"Please Sakura, don't be mad, I just wanted to help you! I think it would be good for you!" Tomoyo exclaimed, trying to calm her.
"I don't believe this, I can't believe you did this to me!" She her face hot and red. Rita and Nathan stood in the doorway now, listening intently. Sakura spun around in her seat and caught their eyes.
"Tomoyo, I have to go." She said shutting her cell phone. They both looked sheepish being caught eavesdropping.
"So, you heard that?" Sakura asked shortly, face burning. They both nodded, Rita pulled her curly brown hair into a ponytail.
"Honey, I think everyone heard that." She chuckled, her Southern accent thick. Nathan nodded.
"What was that about?" he asked intensely, clutching a water bottle. Sakura shook her head.
"My friend signed me up for some show." She said hotly, adjusting her hair clip. Rita and Nathan looked at each other excitedly, their mouths gaped open.
"What show hun?" Rita questioned.
"Something called 'Lights, Camera, Love?" Sakura answered and shrugged. Nathan dropped his water bottle and Rita gasped.
"Oh my goodness!" she screamed. Nathan nodded with approval. He didn't talk much.
"That show is gonna be big! You know they're doing it LIVE?" she squealed.
"Wait, you heard about it? LIVE? That means if I screw up the whole world gets to see it?" Nathan nodded once more and Rita clapped her hands in excitement.
"The guy is supposed to be extremely handsome! You have to do it! I will love you forever!" Rita pleaded. Sakura wondered. Maybe she did need some excitement in her life. She was curious about the guy. To do or not to do?