s

Thaddeus　was　on　the　verge　of　responding　to　Miranda？s　question；　Serena　burst　into　the　restaurant；

right　on　cue；　adjusting　the　stole　that　had　slipped　from　her　bare　shoulder。

？I？m　here；　I？m　here；？　she　chirped；　striding　past　the　other　tables；　swishing　her　tiered　chiffon

Bailey　Winter　dress。　She　dragged　over　a　chair　from　an　unoccupied　table　and　sat。

？Can　I　help　you？？　snapped　Miranda。

？Cut；　please；　cut；　right　now；？　Ken　Mogul　muttered。

？Cut！？　cried　his　loyal　loudmouthed　assistant。

？Miranda　and　Serena；　please；　you？re　Helena　and　Holly　now。　Make　us　believe　it；？　he

said。　？Miranda；　make　me　believe　that　you？re　a　woman　who　could　run　the　world。？

Miranda　nodded　blankly；　batting　her　fake　eyelashes。　She　was　from　the　Lower　East　Side。　She？d

gone　to　a　slutty　Catholic　school。　Her　favorite　food　was　Kraft　mac　&　cheese。　She　clearly　had　no

idea　what　he　was　talking　about。

Did　anyone？

During　the　third　take；　everything　seemed　to　e　together。　Thaddeus　and　Miranda　sparkled；

nailing　their　lines　perfectly；　even　throwing　in　some　adlibbed　business　about　that　day？s　specials。

The　lighting　looked　beautiful　and　natural；　with　no　accidental　glares　or　twinkles；　the　sound　quality

was　perfect。　And　Serena　arrived　on　time；　didn？t　fumble　a　line　or　any　of　her　blocking；　and　when

Ken　yelled；　？Cut！？　it　was　because　the　scene　was　in　the　bag。

？Maybe　this　won？t　be　so　bad　after　all；？　the　director　st