Vanessa　sat　up　straight　and　adjusted　the　phone　against　her　ear。　Ken　Mogul　was　only；　like；　one　of

the　most　famous　alternative　film　directors　ever。　At　Christmastime　he？d　happened　upon　a　clip　of

Vanessa？s　work　on　the　Web　and　had　been　so　impressed　he？d　flown　all　the　way　from　California　to

look　her　up。　The　problem　was；　he？d　found　her　at　exactly　midnight　on　New　Year？s　Eve；　which　had

been　exactly　the　same　moment　Dan　had　shown　up　to　give　her　a　big　fat　New　Year？s　Eve　kiss。

Needless　to　say；　Vanessa　had　sort　of　blown　Ken　Mogul　off；　although　she　had　made　the　effort　to

send　him　her　New　York　film　essay　when　it　was　finished。

？Yes；　I　remember；？　she　answered　quickly；　pletely　amazed　that　the　director　even　wanted　to

speak　to　her　again。　？What？s　up？？

？Well；　I　hope　you　don？t　mind；　but　I　showed　your　film　to　Jedediah　Angel；　who？s　a　personal　friend

of　mine；　and　he　wants　to　use　it　as　a　backdrop　for　his　Fashion　Week　show　this　weekend。？

Vanessa　wrapped　the　black　bath　towel　around　her　legs。　It　was　sort　of　embarrassing　talking　to　Ken

Mogul　when　she　was　practically　naked　and　covered　in　sugary　brown　goo。　？Jeremiah　what？？　she

asked。　Ken　always　seemed　to　speak　in　Hollywoodese；　and　this　time　she　had　absolutely　no　clue

what　he　was　talking　about。

？Jedediah　Angel。　He？s　a　fashion　designer。　His　label　is　called　Cult　of　Humanity　by　Jedediah

Angel？　Very　hot。　Jed　says　you？re　the　next　Bertolucci。　Your　film？s　like　the　anti？La　Dolce　Vita。　You

really　rocked　his　world。？

Vanessa　grinned。　Why　did　people　have　to　sound　so　cheesy　just　because　they？d　made　it？　She？d

rocked　his　world？　？Great；？　she　replied；　unsure　of　what　to　say。　？Is　there　anything　you　need　me　to

do？？

？Just　e　to