Chapter 52 Part IV becky is going on tv-2

my most anticipated moment So anyway, my opening line would be "When you had a choice between a portable clock and £20,000, which would you choose?" and the host, Rory or Emma, ​​would reply, "Of course. It’s twenty thousand pounds!” Then I’d say, “Yes, of course it’s a whopping twenty thousand pounds.” At this point I’d pause a bit to give the audience a sense of the amount—and then I’d Will continued: "Unfortunately, when Flagstaff Insurance gave customers a portable clock to encourage them to transfer funds, they failed to tell them that if they did so they would lose £20,000 dividends!"

Sounds pretty good, don't you think? Rory and Emma then ask really simple questions like, "What exactly should people do to protect their own interests?" And I just have to answer simple .Towards the end, to liven things up, we talk about what exactly £20,000 can buy. To be honest, this is the moment I was most looking forward to.I've figured out a lot of stuff.Did you know that with 20,000 pounds, you can buy 52 "Gucci" watches, and the remaining fraction is enough to buy a leather bag. "Morning Coffee" was set in Maida Vale, and as the car approached the gate, I felt a rush of excitement.I'm actually here, a place I've been familiar with from TV.I'm really going to be on TV!

The doorman waved us through the fence; the car pulled up outside a wide double door, and the driver opened it for me.When I got out of the car, I felt some trembling in my legs, but I forced myself to walk steadily down the steps into the lobby and to the reception. "I'm here for "Morning Coffee." When I realized what I said, I couldn't help laughing. "I mean……" "I see what you mean." The receptionist replied friendly but tired.She looked up my name on a list and made another call. "Is that Jane? Rebecca? Bloomwood is here." Then, pointing to a row of tattered chairs, she said to me, "Someone will come for you later."

I walked to the chair and sat down opposite a middle-aged woman.She has wild black hair and a large amber necklace around her neck.She was lighting a cigarette, and although I had quit smoking, all of a sudden, I thought it would be okay to have one. Not nervous or anything, I just wanted to have a cigarette. "Sorry," the receptionist said loudly, "this is a non-smoking area." "Unlucky!" The woman's voice was a little harsh.She took a deep puff, stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and smiled ulteriorly at me. "Are you a guest on the show?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "what about you?" The woman nodded. "Promoting my new novel "Blood-Red Sunset." She lowered her voice so as not to seem too excited. "A provocative tale of love, greed and murder set in the unforgiving world of money launderers in the American South." "Holy shit," I said, "that sounds really..." "Let me give you a copy." The woman interrupted me.She reached into the burgundy tote beside her and pulled out a brightly colored hardcover book. "tell me your name!" tell her? "It's Rebecca," I said, "Rebecca Bloomwood."

“To Rebecca,” the woman read aloud as she scrawled the title page, “with love and friendship.” She signed it grandiosely and handed me the book. "My God," I said, "thank you..."—I quickly glanced at the cover—"Elizabeth." Elizabeth? Plav.Seriously, I've never heard of it. "I want you to think about how I know so much about such a dangerous and brutal world." She leaned forward, looking at me with her big green eyes. "The answer is that I lived with a money launderer for three months. I loved him, I learned from him...and then I betrayed him." Her voice was weak and trembling, "I still remember , the way he looked at me when the cops took him away. He knew I did it. He knew I was his Judas. However, in some weird way, I think that's what he did love me."

"Wow," I can't help but exclaim, "does this all happen in the American South?" "It's in Hove," she said, after a pause, "but money launderers are the same all over the world." "Rebecca?" came a voice before I could figure out how to respond.The two of us looked up, and a girl with smooth black hair, wearing a black T-shirt and jeans was walking briskly towards us. "I'm Zelda, I think we talked yesterday?" "Zelda!" Elizabeth exclaimed, standing up. "Honey, how are you?" She held out her arms, and Zelda glared at her.

"I'm sorry," she said, "we were—" She stopped when her eyes fell on my copy of "Blood-Red Sunset." "Oh, yes, that's right. Elizabeth Plav. A researcher will be down to pick you up in a moment. Grab some coffee, please." She smiled at her, and turned away. "Rebecca, are you ready?" "Ready!" I answered eagerly, jumping up from my chair. (I have to admit, I was flattered that Zelda came down to pick me up herself. I mean, obviously, she doesn't pick everyone up.) "Nice to meet you." Zelda shook my hand. "We're honored to have you on our show. It's the busiest time of the year—so if you're okay, I think we'll still Let’s have a conversation while doing hair and makeup.”

"Sure." I try not to sound too excited, "Good idea." Do the hair and makeup, it's awesome! "Our plan has changed slightly from the original one. I'll tell you what's going on. There's nothing to worry about... No news from Bella yet?" She added to the receptionist. The receptionist shook his head, and Zelda muttered something like "stupid pig". "Okay, let's go," she said, leading me to a revolving door. "I'm afraid it's going to be busier than usual today. One of the regular shows won't be available so we'll have to find something else; there's been an accident in the kitchen..." She pushed the door open and we walked down a green-carpeted hallway , There is a lot of people here. "Also, today we invited the singing group 'Seven Heavens'," she turned her head and added, "that means there will be a lot of calls from fans today, and we also have to provide a change of clothes for the seven big guys with big egos The place."

"Good." I said nonchalantly.But suddenly I was out of breath. Seventh Heaven singing group! Omg...they're so famous! And I'm going to be on the same show with them! I'm going to meet them, aren't I? Then, maybe after the show we'll hang out together Grab something to drink and be a real best friend ever since.They are all younger than me, but it doesn't matter, I will treat them like big sisters. Or maybe I'll go on a solo date with one of them! God, that's it.With the handsome guy with the black hair, the one named Nathan (or was it Ethan? What did he call it).After the show, he would gaze at me fondly and quietly invite me to have a private dinner with him.We'd go to some unknown little restaurant, and it was all going on in the dark at first, but soon the media would find out, and then we'd be a high-profile couple, going in and out of premieres.At that time, I will wear...

"Okay, here we are," Zelda said.I raised my head and couldn't help staring blankly. We're standing in the doorway of a room full of mirrors and spotlights, and three people are sitting in chairs in front of the mirror, wearing shawls, while some stylish girls in jeans are doing their make-up; another is drying their hair.There is background music playing in the room, everyone is talking friendly, and the smell of setting water, face cream and coffee is wafting in the air. This is exactly what I think of heaven! "So," Zelda led me to a redhead, "Chloe will do your makeup for you, and then we'll go to the dressing room, okay?" "Of course." I replied.When I saw Chloe's makeup, I couldn't help but smile with joy on my face.The cabinet in the front is filled with countless brushes and bottles and jars, all from good brands like Chanel and MAC. God, what a job! I just knew I should be a makeup artist. "Now let's talk about your playing time." After I sat down on a swivel chair, Zelda continued, "I told you, our arrangement has changed from what we agreed..." "Zelda!" a man called from outside, "Bella called you!" "Damn it!" said Zelda, "Look, Rebecca, I have to get on the phone, but I'll be right back, okay?" "No problem!" I happily replied.Chloe was wrapping a shawl around me and pulling my hair back with a wide headband.The background music at the moment has been replaced by one of my favorite Lenny Kravitz songs.It couldn't have been better. "I'll cleanse your face, choose a tone, and then apply foundation," Chloe said. "Now please close your eyes..." I closed my eyes, and after a while, I felt that she was applying a cool and creamy liquid to my face.It's the most amazing feeling in the world, I really want to stay here all day. "So," Chloe asked after a while, "what are you on the show for?" "Uh...finance," I mumbled, "is an article about finance." To be honest, I feel so comfortable that I almost forget the purpose of being here. "Oh, that's right!" Chloe said, efficiently applying foundation to my face. "They've been doing financial stuff lately." She reached for a box of eyeshadow, picked a few shades to blend together, and picked up a brush. "So you're an expert in finance?" "Hmm." I shrugged modestly, "So-so!" "That's great!" Chloe started dabbing eyeshadow on my lids. "I don't know anything about money management." "Me too!" echoed a brunette across the room. "My accountant doesn't even bother to explain it to me. Whenever he says words like 'taxes,' I feel like my head is going to explode." I was just about to sympathetically say, "Me too!" and share their emotions.But, in time, I realized that didn't sound like a good idea.After all, everyone thinks I'm a financial expert.