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You know what I haven't done in a looooooooong time? Share something I'm working on. Better fix that. Since it's Halloween, I'll go with my still untitled ghost story. The scene is where my ghost main character meets, Katie, a living girl with a gift.
The door opening distracted me from that depressing thought. The man responsible for bringing Terry and the team to Hollywood, Antony Song, strode in. A girl, who looked about eighteen followed. She had long, strawberry blonde hair and light, blue-gray eyes. She wore a shirt with the TV network’s logo and her jeans clung to her curves. She hung back, letting Antony approach Terry. Her gaze roamed over the room, pausing on the cases behind me.
Antony beamed. “I heard you recorded the show’s intro today. Exciting.”
“Very, Mr. Song,” Terry replied. “I think we’ll reach a lot of people and make some true believers.”
Antony nodded absently. “I think there is just one thing missing from the show. A female investigator. Focus groups show women viewers connect better with a show that has at least one female.”
Terry’s smile faded. “So does that mean we have to cast someone? Because I’d rather have a real investigator than an actor.”
“I can assure you who I have in mind is not an actor.” Antony motioned the girl forward. “This is my daughter Katie. She is a big fan of the paranormal and ghosts. Watches all the shows.”
“Ghost hunting is serious business,” Terry said slowly. “It takes patience. We spend a lot of hours in the dark and even more looking through tapes that contain nothing.”
“And finding nothing,” I muttered.
Again, Katie glanced at the suitcases behind me.
“You need to have a sharp eye,” Terry continued. “Ghosts can’t easily communicate with us, so the tiniest detail can’t be overlooked.”
“I understand, but I believe Katie will be a valuable asset to the team and the show. Besides,” Antony grinned, the pride evident in his eyes. “Katie has a gift.”
“Dad,” Katie whispered. Her face had turned tomato red.
Antony ignored her, looking expectantly at Terry as if waiting for him start cheering.
If anything, Terry looked skeptic. And I didn’t blame him. People constantly approached Terry, wanting to join the team. They’d claim to have special abilities that allowed them to communicate with the dead. It made them the perfect ghost hunter.
And complete frauds.
This had to be a gimmick for the show. Katie wasn’t Antony’s daughter but an actress. She’d pretend to be psychic and talk to ghosts or whatever, sending rating sky high.
Terry may be a lousy ghost hunter, but at least he wasn’t a fake. He was passionate about the paranormal. He wasn’t looking for fifteen minutes of fame.
I almost wished he’d call the whole thing off. Go back to New York and forget this.
“What’s her gift?” Terry asked.
Antony beamed. “She can see ghosts.”
All eyes were on Katie. I dropped to the floor, clutching my sides as I roared with laughter. Terry better not back out now. The show must go on. I was going to have the time of my life!