Andy was rushing through traffic, dry cleaning and lunch swinging from her arms as she smiled and waved to a car, flipping her the bird, and she burst in through the doors of the large studio. Staffers with swinging lanyards hurried past, furtively glancing; Andy passed by them all into a small dressing room, laid out with fresh vases of flowers and stacked orange boxes. Andy wiped her hands on her smart leather pants, arranging the lunch on the table, setting the drycleaning on the hook behind the door, and removing one of the lids of the orange boxes, taking out a silky white scarf.

Andy closed her eyes to rub the scarf against her cheek, smiling, then froze as she heard footsteps. A staffer, brow dappled, averted his eyes.

"She wants you."

Andy gulped and nodded, taking the scarf in both hands as she hurried out, to a set where cameramen were readjusting, tables were full of cloth and fabric, and guys put on makeup in front of mirrors, chatting to each other, cinching themselves with a certain posture.

Andy, glancing over her shoulder and watching, turned and almost bumped into Kameron, muscled and smiling.

"Careful, sweet-heart… "

Andy giggled and watched him go, hurrying into the next room, where a runway was being adjusted for lights, and a long table was set up where Andy walked around the sides, keeping her head down, hearing a familiar voice.

"This simply isn't what I asked for."

Andy glanced up and saw Carson, his teeth slightly bared, frozen in a nod.

"I think if we could just allow them to make what they want - "

"No."

Andy, coming up around the back of the table, discreetly placed the scarf on the table beside Miranda. She stepped back and waited with clasped hands, fiddling with lint on her top. She heard a sigh and saw the back of Miranda's head.

"Ahn-dre-ah, where are the girls?"

Andy stammered and nodded, hurrying back across the room, feeling Miranda's eyes on her, and entered the room. Several guys, decked out in makeup and in conversation with their costumes half-sewn, glanced up with a little cheer.

"Um, she wants to see you."

Blair, with several inches of a hoop skirt over one knee, formed a perfect O.

"Now?"

Andy's voice was a squeak. "Yes!"

The guys glanced at each other, murmuring to each other, eyes wide, picking up the pace. Andy smiled with head bowed as they all filed past her, she last to give the deserted room one last glance and rubbed her finger on the glitter, giggling.

"Ahn-dre-ah!"

Andy scurried out to join the others.