the Washington Post.
âProusalis,â I said, a little apprehensive.
âOh yeah.â She nodded her head, indicating I had made the right decision. âChristina Grace. Itâs innocent and sweet, just like Susan Dey.â
âThanks.â I smiled. We gave each other the once-over, the way actresses do, comparing and despairing without wanting the other to know.
Moments later, the rest of the Lauries gathered around us in the hotel lobby at Universal Studios, which was where we were staying for Partridge Family boot camp. It was our first day on set. We looked like Susan Dey octuplets: skinny with long hair, each of us carrying big dreams of stardom. We were driven to Tribune Studios in Hollywood and were greeted by Becky, the talent coordinator with big boobs and a southern accent. She stood in front of the enormous soundstage, holding a walkie-talkie and a clipboard. âWelcome to Partridge Family boot camp, ladies.â
We followed her onto the soundstage, which was broken down into different 1970s-looking set pieces with neon green, orange, and red couches. The air-conditioning was on full blast. Straight ahead against a makeshift wall was the craft services table, filled with Red Vines licorice, veggie platters, donuts, chips, soda, hot tea, and coffee. All of it for free. I walked over, shivering in my chiffon tank top and jean miniskirt, contemplating which donut I should eat, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around.
âYou look like youâre freezing.â A tall boy wearing a USC sweatshirt stood in front of me holding a wool blanket. âHere,â he said.
âThank you.â I took the blanket, eager to wrap myself up.
âThey always crank up the air at the crack of dawn because the lights make it so hot in here. Iâm Josh.â His eyes were the bluest Iâd ever seen.
âChristinaââ
âGrace,â he said before I could finish. âI know. One of the Lauries. I saw your audition tape.â Then he started teasing me, singing the Partridge Family theme song, âCome On Get Happy,â as if weâd known each other for years.
I laughed. âAre you one of the Keiths?â
âNo way,â he said. âIâm the guy that gets paid to stare at you all day long.â
âUh . . .â
âThe camera operatorâsorry.â He shook his head and blushed. âThat sounded creepy.â
There was a moment between us. I laughed, and he smiled at me. His cheeks were big and round when he smiled, I could see, still separating the boy from the man. And I got that feeling you get when you meet someone and you know theyâre going to make their way into the story of your life; itâs just that you donât know how yet, only in hindsight could you see.
âLauries over here, please!â Becky called out across the soundstage.
âThanks for the blanket,â I said.
âAnytime. See you over there.â
E mily stood next to me. âWatch out,â she whispered.
âWhat?â I asked.
âThat guy over there.â She nodded toward Josh, who was setting up his camera equipment. âHeâs the executive producerâs son. Weâre not allowed to fraternize with crew membersâif ya know what I mean.â
I blushed. This girl was on it. How did she know this? I started to like how precocious she was.
Fraternizing with crew members was hardly the issue when rumors were floating around that David Cassidy was drunk, Danny Bonaduce was high, and Shirley Jones seemed oblivious to what was going on. Susan Dey refused to participate because fame from the show had screwed her up so badly she wanted nothing to do with the remake. Rumor was she suffered from anorexia, refusing to eat anything but carrots at one point and eventually turning her skin orange. I guess every family has its secrets, even the fake ones.
F or the next few weeks, it was a world of make
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