Andy sat in the corner of the big stage, watching as Miranda sat behind a long table, while the guys on stage took turns reciting from scripts they held, doing a dance here, a song there. Andy darted her glance between them all; the guys who wiped sweat and turned to eye each other; Carson who pulled at the collar of his shirt and picked at his lip; Michelle who seemed to inflate with lips pursed; and Miranda, whose beady eyes swept over the guys.

"No."

Vixen turned mid-flight, with bared teeth.

"I did as you asked! Ex-actly!"

"That's all."

Andy sucked in her lips, watching the guys reform. Carson stared, Michelle began nodding, Miranda sighed and the music began to die away. The guys paused, glancing at each other.

"Ahn-dre-ah! I need a moment!"

The guys went backstage, Carson and Michelle glanced at each other and they rose, and Andy followed the guys into a room with couches, cameramen adjusting and sat meekly on one end of the couch with a coffee.

"Um, hi. We haven't really met… "

"She is vi-cious!" Asia glanced with wide eyes. "Is she always like that?"

The guys stared, and Andy glanced both ways, lowering her voice.

"She's always like that," Andy smiled as the guys giggled, "I mean, this one time - "

Andy caught herself, stiffening then clearing her throat. Runway Paranoid Turnaround, Pacific Standard Time.

"Of course, she has to be tough to produce one of the best selling magazines in the country."

Monet clicked her fingers. "You know, I just have to speak up - "

A voice came from the next room. "I'm ready for the run through!"

The guys scattered with alarmed expressions, and Andy drained her coffee and nervously covered a belch.