She had made it. Finally. Thirteen months of pitches and begging, and here she was. National Television. In front of all the world. She sat up straighter in the chair. Who'd have thought her sister would have been the key to getting her here? At long last, that sanctimonious bitch had come in handy. And look! A night at the Omni, dinner and drinking with the PAs, and now, ten minutes, and she would be out there, on the grey-blue stage, and the audience shouting for her, taking her side, whooping her name. The Candy Loomis Show. She hugged herself.