Page 88 of Landon & Shay: Part Two

I chuckled. “I’ll hold anything she hands my way.”

“Good to know. Otherwise, my advice? Just be yourself. Sarah will probably have a million questions for you. She really likes to get a good idea of who she’s working with.”

“That’s fine. I’m an open book. Or, an open script, I should say. Nothing to hide here.”

“Wonderful. Besides, if you had something to hide, Sarah would find it. Okay, here we are,” Lane said, stopping in front of a trailer. I stared at the name against the door, and I am instantly sent back in time.

Sarah. Freaking. Sims.

The woman Landon dated after he finished dragging my heart through the mud.

Also, my favorite actress of all time.

I was going to vomit.

“Wait. I’m interviewing with Sarah Sims?” I choked out, my heart in my throat. “Like the Sarah Sims?”

Lane nodded. “Yes. Sorry, I thought I’d mentioned that earlier.”

“You definitely didn’t mention that earlier.”

“I hope that isn’t a problem?”

I shook my head, trying to regain my composure. “No, of course not. I just didn’t expect it to be her, that’s all.”

Lane’s worried expression dissipated as she nodded. “Oh, yes. Well, when we bring in PAs for actors, we try to keep the name of the individual under wraps. It keeps fanatics away.”

“Right, of course.”

“Wait here and let me check if Sarah is ready.” I stood still outside of the trailer as Lane hurried inside. When she popped her head back in, she waved me over. “Come on in, Shay.”

I walked up the steps of the trailer, and to my surprise, it was much bigger than I assumed from the outside looking in. There was a large sofa, small kitchen with a mini fridge, and a dining room table. Toward the back of the trailer was an area for hair and makeup, which was where Sarah currently was standing.

“Oh my gosh, you must be Shay!” she exclaimed, standing up with rollers still in her hair as her small frame was wrapped in a robe. “Get in here,” she said, waving me in for a hug.

I wrapped my arms around her, and even though it was the weirdest moment of my life, it was truly exciting, too.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, pulling back to give me a once-over. “What’s your zodiac sign?” she asked.

“Uh, um, Aquarius,” I said, being thrown off by her question.

“Oh yes, I get that vibe from you. You are definitely an Aquarius. It feels good to be around your energy. I’m a Gemini, so it makes sense why it feels this good.”

I smiled, not having a dang clue in the world what she was going on about. “Yeah, totally.”

She placed her hands against my cheeks and stared at me for five minutes too long, and I tried my best to not be completely thrown off by the odd exchange. But honestly, how could I not be? It was…weird. To say the least.

“Can you do something for me?” she asked, finally dropping her hold against my face.

“Sure, of course.”

“Can you hold my balls?”

Uh, come again?

“Excuse me?” I hoped I had a decent poker face, because having Sarah Freaking Sims ask me to hold her balls felt extremely awkward.

“Well, my crystals. I like to call them my balls, seeing how I like to rub them more than a pair of actual balls.” She winked.

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