Liz had decided that, should this movie thing ever not pan out (a ludicrous notion, but still), she could always fall back on being a professional mover.
Over the weekend, she (with the help of two art dept. crew) had driven from the bottom of the state to the top and back to the middle, heaving loads of furniture to dress a set, only to strike it all and load it back up 24 hours later.
On the plus side, it didn't look that bad when it was all said and done.
Meanwhile, the current intern at Globetrotting Beauty Queens had messaged Liz. Her note merely said:
"This stays between us. I put your resume in the 'yes' pile. It was a very small pile. You definitely have an interview now."
Liz was ecstatic, but nervous. Liz hadn't heard anything from the internship coordinator about it yet. When was she supposed to find out, she wondered. What if current intern was mistaken? What if there had been another review and they had picked others to interview instead? Liz sincerely hoped she wasn't just being an April fool.
Her friend called J, better known as Kevin the page, offered Liz a place to stay at a house in Brooklyn. Liz readily, fervently, ardently accepted, hoping that his 90% availability guarantee wouldn't fall through. Everything was up in the air at this point, and Liz was 9 weeks away from reality.
Talk about getting everything together at the last minute.
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