As I walk past the rows filled with executives from other studios and talent agencies I overhear them one after another arguing over the financial feasibilities and successes of creating the first ”A-list” star-cast lesbian movie. I smile to myself. While I do have a healthy back-in clause in my contract, and really do want the film to do well financially, I realize I’m feeling humbled at the moment to be taking the stage and claiming part of film history.
I spot Bette and Claire with their heads together. They stand far off to the rear of the seating area now filling with row after row of what’s becoming an anxious and expectant looking crowd. Off Stage Right, and in front of a Les Girls titled calligraphy banner Jenny must have made herself, Claire tells me Jenny’s managers will rope off a small space where she’ll take the media’s questions afterwards.
One of Josh’s jobs, unbeknownst to Jenny and her agents, will be to make sure she does have a crowd of his friends and reporters and cameramen around her. There Claire has laid a trap for Jenny. It’s as old as time and hooks a narcissist every time it’s laid. As the craved for attention inflates Jenny’s ego with intoxicating mind altering vapors, Josh, our Inside Man and Ringer, will lure her farther and farther off her script.
”But how do we know she’ll meltdown and not answer his questions? How do we know that the other reporters won’t just close their notepads and turn off their recording gear and leave?” Bette had asked me last night when we’d finally turned out the lights. I had been lying on her shoulder and she’d been staring up at the ceiling.
”Because Bette, Josh is also the college sports bookie for all the weekend gambling that comes out of the Hollywood Press Corps.”
”Well, good for him. He sounds industrious. But what does baseball have to do with anything?”
”Two of the producers for the cable ezines and webcasts, and three of the cameramen all are into him big time. Claire says it’s for a lot of money, too. Josh has leverage with them, Bette. He tells them to stay he assures me they will stay, and record, and air every last meltdown moment of Jenny’s self-serving delivery.”