"Yes.. Yes.... But..." The long dark blond mane of Andi Storm swept around her head as she stepped out of the black stretch limo. Daddy paid for it to take her to The Academy, despite Mom's protests. Pays to have Johnathon Storm backing you up. "Look, just because I am here does not mean I'm not available! What? ... sure.. I can make it to Manhattan! Tomorrow?"
Alison Blaire got out of the limo after her daughter and reached her hand over to clamp on the phone's mouthpiece and shook her head. "Not in the next week, Andi." She said sternly. "Tell Jules goodbye." She loathed that her former agent took over for her daughter and moreso, she hated that Johnny was able to coerce Alison to let a limo of all things to take them to The Academy. Damn that Johnny, she thought with a slight twinkle in her eye amidst her frown. He always knew her weak spot and frequently visited there.
"But Mom!" Andi protested, stomping her foot slightly. "This is for 'Lovers' Bayou'!"
"'Lovers' what?" Alison frowned, pulling out her shoulder bag and slinging it on her arm.
"You know! The soap opera that Entertainment Weekly is calling a hit? It's such a hit... Apple Paltrow is totally in it, too!"
Alison shook her head. "I don't care, Andrea Susan." She used her full name. "You said a week of no readings, no agents and no tryouts. You're going to get settled here first. You hear that, Jules?" She pulled her hand away and raised her voice at the phone so he could hear, a few twinkles of lights sprinkled around her head like a halo.
Andi heaved a sigh and a full-on pout. "Well, mother has spoken." She said mother in an annoyed way and hung up, glaring at Alison. "Gawd! I can't wait until I'm 18! That part was mine!"
"Sometimes, neither can I." Alison rolled her eyes and pushed her daughter along to the door, as their driver followed with their bags.