Chapter 51 Part IV becky is going on tv-1

becky is going on tv At 7:30 the next morning, the car that took me to the studio arrived at my door on time.Even though we had been waiting tensely in silence for about 10 minutes, Dad, Mom and I were startled when the doorbell rang. "Well," said Dad gruffly, with a quick glance at his watch, "anyway, they're here." Since I told him yesterday about today's schedule, Dad has been predicting that the car won't show up and that he will have to drive me to the studio himself.He had even researched the route last night and called Uncle Malcolm to keep him on call. (Frankly, I think he's looking forward to it.)

"Oh, Becky," Mom said in a trembling voice, "Honey, good luck." She looked at me, then shook her head and said, "Our little Becky is going to be on TV, and I just unbelievable." I was about to get up, but my father stopped me with one hand. "Now, before you go and open the door, Becky," he said, "I ask you again, you've made up your mind, haven't you? You won't regret the risk you took?" He looked at his mother With a glance, Mom bit her lip. "I'll be fine!" I said as calmly as I could. "Honestly, Dad, it's over with him."

Last night, Dad suddenly thought that if I was on TV, then the person who always haunted me would find out about me.At first my dad yelled at me to cancel my decision to be on TV, and it took a lot of work to convince him and my mom that I was perfectly safe on set.What's even more unbelievable is that they even said they would hire me a bodyguard.I mean, what would it look like if I had a bodyguard everywhere I went? Actually, I'd look cool and mysterious, wouldn't I? Damn! That might be a really good idea. The doorbell rang again and I jumped up. "Well," Dad said, "be careful yourself."

"I will, don't worry!" I picked up my leather bag and walked steadily towards the gate, trying to hide my excitement, even though I already felt a little swayed. I just can't believe it's going so well.Not only would I be on TV, but everyone was so nice to me.I had several phone calls yesterday with the assistant producer of "Morning Coffee," a sweet and sweet girl named Zelda.We practiced together what I was going to say on the show, and she arranged for a car to pick me up the next day.When I told her I was at my parents' house and didn't have the right clothes on hand, she thought for a while and said I could pick out an outfit from the show's wardrobe.This is so cool! Just pick anything I like from my closet! Maybe they'll give it to me after the show is over!

When I opened the door, my heart beat faster.A burly, middle-aged man was waiting for me in the driveway.He is wearing a blue blazer and a hat.A shiny car was parked beside him.My personal driver! It just keeps getting better! "Is that Miss Bloomwood?" asked the driver. "Yes." I couldn't help grinning brightly at him.I was about to reach out to pull the car door—but he opened it for me first, and waited respectfully for me to go in first.God, this is the treatment that only movie stars can enjoy! I looked back and saw Mom and Dad standing on the front steps, looking dumbfounded.

"Okay, goodbye!" I said to them, trying to look nonchalant, as if riding in a car driven by a driver was a very normal thing for me. "see you later!" "Becky, is that you?" asked a voice from next door, and Janice appeared over the fence in her dressing gown.Her eyes shot wide as she caught sight of the car.She took one look at her mother, who shrugged at her as if to say, "It's unbelievable, isn't it?" "Good morning, Janice," Dad said. "Good morning, Graham," said Janice, dazed, "Oh, Becky! I've never had anything like this happen to me! Never in all these years... If Tom could see you at this time... ..." She stopped suddenly and glanced at her mother, "Did you take a picture of her?"

"No!" Mom said despondently. "We didn't even think of that. Come on, Graham, get the camera." "No, wait a minute, I'm going to get our video camera out!" Janice said. We can use it as background music and just turn the camera to..." "No!" I said hurriedly, seeing a funny expression flash across the driver's face.God, this is so embarrassing.I have been making myself look calm and indifferent, as if I have seen a big scene. "There's no time to take pictures, I have to go to the studio." "Yeah." Janice suddenly became anxious, "Yeah, you can't be late." She looked at her watch worriedly, as if the show might have started. "It starts at 11, right?"

"The show starts at eleven," said Dad. "Turn to Channel Five, that's what I told everyone." "We'll do that," Janice said, "Just in case," she sighed softly, "I'll be afraid to go to the bathroom all morning, and what if I miss it!" I got into the car in a moment of respectful silence.The driver closed the door gracefully and walked around to the driver's seat.I pushed the button, lowered the window, and smiled at Mom and Dad. "Becky, honey, what are you going to do when you're done with the show?" Mom asked, "Come back here, or go back to the apartment?"

I felt a smile suddenly freeze on my face, and quickly lowered my head, pretending to fiddle with the window switch.I don't want to think about what's after that. In fact, I don't even have the courage to imagine what will happen in the future.I'm going to be on TV...that's all.The rest of my life was locked away in a box somewhere and I didn't want to think about it. "I... I don't know too well," I replied, "Let's talk about it later!" "Maybe they'll take you out to lunch after the show is over?" Dad said smartly. "People in showbiz always have lunch together."

"Liquid lunch," Janice interjects, smiling slightly. "At the Ivy Hotel," said Mother. "That's where actors hang out, isn't it?" "The Ivy is out!" Pa retorted. "They'll take her to the Groucho Club." "The Groucho Club!" Janice said, clapping her hands. "Isn't that where Kate Moss hangs out?" This just keeps getting ridiculous. "Let's go!" I said, and the driver nodded. "Good luck, baby," Dad said loudly.I closed the window, leaned back, and the car pulled out of the driveway.

For a while, neither the driver nor I spoke, and I looked casually out the window to see if anyone would pay attention to who the person in the car was, maybe they'd take me for a new cast member in East Londoners.In fact, I also know that we are driving fast on the dual carriageway, and no passerby will be able to see me clearly. "So," the driver asked after a while, "are you going to "Morning Coffee?" "That's right." As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately felt a smile on my face.God, how could I? I bet Jeremy Pankman doesn't smirk like I do when he's asked if he'll show up in Star Challenge.He'd probably sneer, as if to say of course I'm going to be in Star Challenge, no brainer! "Then why are you on camera?" the driver then asked, interrupting my thoughts. I was about to answer, "Maybe get a free dress for the sake of being famous." Suddenly I understood what he was asking. "A financial report," I said calmly, "I wrote an article in the "Daily World" newspaper. The producer read it and hoped that I could be on the show." "Ever been on TV before?" "No," I told the truth, albeit reluctantly, "never." We stopped at a red light and the driver turned from the driver's seat to look at me. "It's nothing," he said, "just don't be nervous when the time comes." "Nervous?" I smiled, "I'm not nervous! I... I look forward to that moment." "Glad to hear you say that." The driver turned his head. "Then it's all right. Some people, they just walked over to the sofa and sat down, relaxed and calm...then they caught a glimpse of the Then I suddenly remembered that 2.5 million people across the country were watching the show, so I started to get nervous. I don’t know why.” "Oh." I said after a short pause, "Well... I'm nothing like them! I'll be fine!" "Very good," said the driver. "Very good." I echoed, slightly shaken.I turned my head and looked out the window. I'll be fine, of course not.I've never been nervous in my life, and of course I don't intend to set a precedent this time... 2.5 million people! Gosh, come to think of it – that’s a lot, right? 2.5 million people sitting at home, staring at their screens, staring into my face, wondering what I’m going to say next. God, well, stop thinking about it.The most important thing right now is to remember what you are prepared for.I rehearsed in front of the mirror for a long time last night until I knew everything I was going to say today by heart. Zelda said that the entire program process is very basic and very simple-because nearly 76% of the audience of "Morning Coffee" program are housewives who take care of children, and their attention cannot be concentrated on the TV program for a long time. time.She has been apologizing for the possible "cold silence" and said it would be really frustrating for a financial professional like me.I certainly agree. Hearing what she said, I relaxed a lot. In fact, as far as I am concerned, the more cold the scene, the better.I mean, it's one thing to write an article for The Daily World with enough material in hand; it's another thing entirely to answer the audience's wacky questions live on the show. (Of course I didn't tell Zelda this slightly scary idea, because I didn't want her to think I was a total pig-head.)