In the anticipation of her first exclusive interview, Dana had managed to make a complete ***** of herself. She was too preoccupied in memorising the answers to the questions she assumed she would be asked to realise that her car was running low on petrol. She soon realised it after her car stopped a good ten minutes away from her destination. Taxi’s on this Friday night decided that they didn’t want to drive anywhere near the area Dana had broken down in, and so the tennis star was forced to run to the interview, which was suppose to start in fifteen minutes. And then of course it decided to rain. Heavily. So when Dana finally arrived at The Planet she no longer looked the clean and professional tennis player, but rather a wet and tired individual who felt like crying. ‘Dana, you can’t do this right now. They will rip you to shreds if you do.’ She closed her eyes, took three deep breaths, opened them again and walked inside. The Planet was almost empty at this time of hour, with only about a dozen or so people scattered through the shop. Dana looked around timidly, suddenly scared out of her mind, hoping that she didn’t have a complete psycho as an interviewer. She walked over to the counter to enquire about an interviewer for ‘L.A. Life,’ to which Marina, as her name tag read, laughed and pointed towards a cute blonde sitting in a lounge chair in the corner of the shop, making weird distortions to her face in the back of her spoon. Dana heaved a sigh of relief as she realised that, while this woman may be a little weird, she certainly didn’t look like the type who would shred Dana’s image to pieces. Dana walked over and, unaware of what to say, coughed until the blonde looked up. She then extended her hand slowly out toward the blonde.

“Hi. Um… I’m Dana Fairbanks.” Alice took the hand quickly, standing up and directing Dana to the chair beside her, still shaking her right hand.

“Hi. Wow. Hi. I’m Alice Pieszecki, L.A. Times… I mean Life. I wish it were Times. But it ain’t… it’s Life.” ‘***** Alice!’ she thought to herself as she tried to come to terms with the incredibly hot individual in front of her. ‘I should take up Ted’s interviews more often.’ She eyed the tanned brunette up and down. She had an amazing figure, and gorgeous eyes. She was hot, and the hottest thing was, she didn’t act hot. “Coffee?”