Chapter 58 Part 4 Becky is going on TV-8

i was born for tv I was born for TV, that's a fact.I was definitely born for TV. Now we're back on the couch again, Rory, Emma, ​​and me.Anne from Leeds rang in and stammered that she had never received a tax bill. I glanced at Emma and smiled, and she winked at me too.I'm one of the members, part of the team.I have never been so happy in my life as I am now. Oddly enough, when I'm being interviewed, I get jittery and tongue-tied; but once I'm the interviewer and I'm on this side of the couch, I'm in the mood right away, and I'm eloquent.God! I could do a job like this all day long.I don't even mind the bright lights anymore, I'm totally used to it now.And with practice I've figured out the best way to sit in front of the camera (knees together, legs crossed at the ankles), so I just sit that way.

"I clean," said Anne, "and I never give it much thought. But now my employer asks me if I pay taxes. I mean, I never think about it." "Oh, dear," said Emma.She looked at me, "Obviously Anne is in a difficult situation." "Indeed," I said sympathetically, "well, first of all you need to understand, Anne, that maybe you don't have to pay taxes at all if your income is less than the minimum. And second, you've still got ample time to get your tax bills and settle the tax bills." All the questions." Another weird thing is that I can answer all the questions God knows how! I know everything from mortgages to life insurance to superannuation! A few minutes ago, St. Austell's Kenneth called to ask what the annual limit of an ISA was - £5,000, and I answered without thinking.It's as if the bits and pieces I've written about in Money Success have been stored in my brain, and now, when it's time to use them, they pop out of their own accord.Just ask me anything! Just ask me... the country's tax regulations on those who provide domestic services, keep asking.

"If I were you, Anne," I continued, "I'd contact the local Internal Revenue Service and ask them about it. Don't be afraid!" "Thank you," said Anne softly. "Thank you very much, Rebecca." "Well, I hope this helps you, Anne," said Emma.She is smiling for the camera. "We will now have Davina reporting on the news and the weather - but, due to the volume of calls, we will be back later to continue the hotline unit - 'manage your money'." "A lot of people have financial problems," Rory interjected. "That's right," said Emma, ​​"we're happy to help. Whether your problem is big or small, you can call Rebecca Bloomwood for advice on 0333-4567." She smiled It condensed on the face for a while, until the light went out, and then relaxed and leaned back on the chair. "This show went so well!" she said happily.A makeup artist hurried up to touch up her makeup. "Isn't it, Zelda?"

"Great!" Zelda came out of the darkness, "The phone lines haven't been this busy since 'I Love Spice Girls.'" Then she looked at me curiously, "Libe Ka, have you ever taken a class on TV hosting?" "No," I answered truthfully, "I don't. But... I watch TV a lot." Zelda laughed. "Good answer! Alright guys, we have 30 seconds left." Emma smiled at me, and went to examine the paper in front of her; Rory leaned back in his chair, examining his nails.They treated me like a professional, I thought happily.They see me as part of the circle.

I've never been more completely and utterly happy than I am now, never.Even back then, buying a Vinienne Westwod strapless corset for just £60 on sale at Harvey Nichols wasn't as happy as it is now. (Actually, I don't even know where I put it. When should I find it and wear it.) This moment is unique, life is perfect! Just as I was leaning on the sofa contentedly and lazily looking around the studio, a strangely familiar figure came into view.I looked carefully again, and suddenly the hairs all over my body stood up.A man is standing in the shadows of a studio.Omg, I must be hallucinating because he looks so much like...

"Now... welcome back to the show!" Rory said, and I came back to my senses. "The hotline this morning was about financial matters big and small. Our special guest was Rebecca Bloomwood. The next person to call in was from Shrewsbury, a borough in the west of England. , on the banks of the River Severn, west-north-northwest of Birmingham.—Fran of the translation. Fran?" "It's me," Fran said. "Hello, Rebecca." "Hi, Fran." I smiled kindly. "What's the matter?" "I'm in a mess," Fran said. "I... I don't know what to do."

"Are you in debt, Fran?" Emma asked softly. "Yeah." Fran sighed, "I can't make ends meet, I'm overdrawn on all my credit cards, and I've borrowed money from my sister... and I can't help but spend money. I just... just like to buy thing." "What kind of things to buy?" Rory asked curiously. "I don't know, really." Fran paused for a moment, "clothes for myself, clothes for the kids, stuff for the house, it's all junk. And then I'll get the bill... Then I'd throw them all away." Emma gave me a meaningful look, and I raised my eyebrows in response.

"Rebecca?" Emma asked. "It's obvious that Fran is having a hard time. What should she do?" "Well, Fran," I said gently, "the first thing you should do is face up to the problem. Contact the bank and tell them what's really going on with you. They're not nasty people! They'll be happy to help." I Turn around, face the camera directly, and put on a serious look. "Avoiding won't solve anything, Fran. The longer you delay, the worse it will be." "I know," Fran said weakly, "I know you're right. But that's easier said than done."

"I know," I sympathized, "I know it won't be easy. Hang in there, Fran." "Rebecca," said Emma, ​​"do you think this is common?" "I'm afraid so," I replied, turning to her. "It's too bad that financial security is not a priority for many people." "Oh my God!" Emma shook her head sadly. "That's not good." "But it's never too late," I continued, "once they turn the corner and realize their responsibility, life will change forever." I waved my arms firmly and scanned the entire studio at the same time.Oh God, it really was him.It's not my hallucinations!

It really is him.Standing in the corner of the studio, wearing his security badge, he's holding a plastic cup he's sipping from as if he's here too.Derek Smeez from Endwich Bank was standing on Good Morning Coffee just 10 yards away from me! Derek Smeez of Endwich Bank. But this...how is this possible? But he was, indeed, Derek Smeez.This is simply inexplicable.what is he doing here God, he's staring at me right now. My heart started pounding.I swallowed hard, trying to control myself. "Rebecca?" Emma asked.I hastily forced myself to refocus on the show.I can barely remember what we were talking about. "Then you think Fran should see her bank manager, don't you?"

"I...um...that's right." My face turned red all of a sudden. What should I do? He's staring at me and there's nowhere for me to run. "So," said Emma, ​​"you think that once Fran faces reality, she'll be able to get her life back on track." "That's right." Like a robot, I forced myself to smile.But privately, my self-confidence had evaporated.Derek Smeez is here.I couldn't keep him out of sight, I couldn't ignore his presence. Now, that part of my life that was so carefully buried in the deepest part of my heart is beginning to break out again.I don't want to think about that - but I have no choice.They came and slowly penetrated into my heart, one cruel reality after another kept drilling into my mind. "Then," said Rory, "let's wish Fran heeds Rebecca's advice." My quarrel with Suzie; my disastrous date with Tahina.A nasty chill started to creep up my spine again. "The next one to call," said Emma, ​​"is from Luton, a borough in the south-east of England, north-north-northwest of London.—John. John?" "Hello, Rebecca," said the voice on the phone, "the thing is, I bought an insurance policy when I was a kid, but I can't find all the documents. Now I want to take the money, you know do i mean?" My VISA card has been canceled.My Octagon Global credit card was confiscated in front of so many people.God, that's embarrassing. Oh, stop thinking! Focus, focus! "That's actually a very common question," I heard myself say, "Can you remember which company's policy it was from?" "Don't remember," John said, "not at all." My bank account, thousands of pounds owed, Derek Smeez. God, I'm dying.I wanted to run away, to find somewhere to hide. "Well, you should still be able to find clues." I continued, forcing myself to keep smiling. "You can find an agency that specializes in such things. I can look it up for you, but..." My horrible life, my messy life! It's there, isn't it? It's waiting for me like a giant spider.As soon as the show is over, it will pounce on me. "I'm afraid we've run out of time," said Emma as soon as I had finished. "Thank you very much to our financial expert Rebecca Bloomwood, I believe everyone will value her kind words. After the commercial, please continue to enjoy the live performance of the singing group 'Seven Heavens'." Everyone stays still - and then everyone relaxes. "Okay," Emma said, checking her paper again, "what's next?" "Well done, Rebecca," said Rory cheerfully, "well done." "Oh, Zelda!" Emma jumped up. "Can I make a phone call? Soon. Rebecca, you're amazing!" She added, "Really awesome!" Suddenly, they were all gone.I was the only one left in the studio, alone and without any resistance.I could only try my best to avoid Derek Smeez's sight, and my mind was spinning fast.