“That was beautiful you should quit your job and work for Hallmark, “she says jokingly.

“Hallmark can’t afford all this, “she says laughing out loud, “I’m happy you did call since you don’t have any plans you can hang with me on the movie set all day.”

“Yeah me too I really missed you hell everyone for that matter.”

“We missed you to, okay Ms. Fairbanks well I hope you’re ready for a great time because we are here, “she says pulling up to security check point.

“These topics suck ass!”

“Alice, you’re wrong this is what young people want to talk about!?”

“Oh, really, “she says flipping through the pages in front of her, “You mean to tell me the youth want to hear about some middle aged woman who can smash watermelons with her 48 double ZZ-Top breast!”

“Uh, ZZ-Top is a——-, “one of the producers says but is cutoff by Alice.

“I know who they are!”

“Okay well that topic does suck ass, “her executive producer says, “But what about the others?”

“Well let’s see tadpole synchronized swimming, tampon circus tricks, I love Justin Bieber but no one Beliebs me, oh and my personal favorite, “she says dryly, “The new toe jam cracker diet craze.”

“Okay…..okay, yeah I see your point they do all suck.”

“I mean come on now is this the best we can come up with!?”

“I mean what would you suggest?”

“Today teenagers are interested in, “the email notification on her phone distracted her from what she was going to say, “Uh, excuse me I have to step out for a minute.” Walking out of the meeting she responds back to the email. 10 seconds after sending her response she receives a reply.

“What the hell, “she says to herself walking back into her meeting she grabs her papers, “Sorry to cut this meeting short but something came up I have to go.”

“Alice we have a———!”

“I know—-I know, I promise we’ll go over it tomorrow, “walking out the door she finds the contact in her phone and dials the number, “Hey I’m on the way.” Getting into her car she quickly backs out and heads through the security checkpoint into incoming traffic. Reaching for the volume knob on her radio she turns it up as she let the majestic sounds of Alanis Morrisette You Ought to Know blast through her speakers. Bobbing her head to the music she whizzes in and out of traffic until she sees her exit. Getting off she drove a few miles down then makes a left looking down the street she sees two police cars, a woman yelling in the middle of the street, and a local crowd staring all with phones recording the crazy commotion.