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fact；　he　was　practically　chinless。　？I？ve　always　wanted　to　go　to　Cannes；？　she　replied；　thoughtfully

slurping　her　cappuccino。　？And　your　new　project　sounds　really　。　。　。　awesome。　But　I　got　accepted

early　to　NYU。　I？ve　wanted　to　go　there　since　I　was　eleven　years　old。　There？s　no　way　I？m

deferring。？

？But　what　about　my　film？　Child　prostitution！　Animals　abandoning　their　young！　This　is

groundbreaking　stuff！？　Ken　Mogul　spluttered；　spitting　all　over　the　counter。　Vanessa　thought　that　if

he？d　had　more　of　a　chin；　the　spit　might　not　have　gone　so　far。

Over　Ken？s　shoulder　Vanessa　noticed　a　light　blue　flyer　pinned　to　a　bulletin　board。

Rivington　Rover　Poetry　Club　Open　Mike

featuring　readings　by

Daniel　Humphrey　and　Mystery　Craze

Thursday；　8P。M。

No　wonder　Dan　had　been　blowing　her　off　all　week。　He　was　busy　being　famous。

？Vanessa？　Are　you　still　with　me？？　Ken　demanded。　？First　lesson　you　learn　in　this　business　is　the

clock　never　stops　ticking。？

Vanessa　smiled　her　half…amused；　half…pissed…off　Mona　Lisa　smile。　As　flattered　as　she　was　that

Ken　had　asked　her　to　work　with　him；　she　had　no　intention　of　being　a　mini…Mogul。　She　wanted

to　develop　herown　voice　and　herown　career；　not　put　all　her　energy　into　someone　else？s　work；

however　brilliant。　She　shook　her　closely　shaved　dark　head。　？I？m　sorry。？

Ken　Mogul？s　barely　there　chin　disappeared　altogether　as　he　lost　his　cool　pletely。　？I？ve　never

offered　to　partner　with　anyone；？　he　said　grimly。　？This　is　the　opportunity　of　a　lifetime。　I？m　giving

you　the　chance　to　make　a　feature　film　before　you　turn　twenty。　It？s　unheard　of！？

That　old　guy　at　the　Culture　of　Humanity　show　had　advised　her　not　to　take　her　talent　too　seriously。

Ken　obviously　took　his　way；way　too　seriously。　She　stood　up　and　yanked　the　light　blue　flyer　off　the

bulletin　board　behind　Ken？s　head。　She　and　Dan　were　supposed　to　be　working　on　a　filmtogether　；

but　if　she　could　slip　into　the　club　and　film　him　reading　without　him　even　knowing　she　was　there；

that　would　be　even　better。　Dan　was　always　better　when　he　didn？t　know　she　was　watching。

？Thank　you；？　she　told　Ken。　？I？m　honored；　I　really　am。

But　I？m　working　on　something　new；　of　my　own。　I　think　I？d　like　to　finish　it。？

Ken　Mogul　pushed　his　sunglasses　down　on　his　nose　and　glared　out　the　window。　？It？s　your　loss。？

？Thanks　for　the　coffee；？　Vanessa　said；　even　though　he　was　no　longer　looking　at　her。　She　folded

up　the　blue　flyer　and　tucked　it　into　her　pocket。　？Good　luck　at　Cannes。？

Ken　Mogul　zipped　up　his　fur…trimmed　Prada　parka　and　pulled　the　hood　up　over　his　head　as　if　to

block　her　out　pletely。　？？Bye。？

Vanessa　headed　home　to　sort　through　her　camera　gear　and　figure　out　what　she　needed　to　bring　to

the　reading　at　the　Rivington　Rover　Poetry　Club　tomorrow　night。　When　Dan　was　finished　reading