Dylan Chase was wearing a nice suit and tie and he was clean shaven and had what looked like a pretty fresh haircut. It was obvious he had enough time to prepare for this moment, unlike me. Even in a suit you could see his broad shoulders and he had a chiseled jawline, clear tan skin and teeth that were so straight and white he looked like we could be filming a toothpaste commercial. His shaggy sandy blonde surfer hair was long enough on top to cover his eyebrows but was short and clean on the bottom and sides. He had bright green eyes that lit up when he smiled and that smile created a dimple in his cheeks.

It was obvious why all the women went so crazy over him. He was gorgeous and if my best friend Ellie were here she'd be absolutely freaking out right now and busting his eardrums with her screams.

I put my hand out to shake his and said, "Hi. I'm Brenley Jensen. It's nice to meet you."

He gave me a strange look and shook my hand and said, "I'm Dylan Chase. Nice to meet you too."

I dropped his hand and then stood there for a second, looking around and not knowing what to do.

"Soooo, ummmm. Do you want to come inside? I can give you a tour of the place," he asked.

"Sure, why not," I said, following him through his front door.

"CUT!" a loud voice boomed from behind us and I turned around and saw Scott stomping his way over towards us weaving in and out through the people.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

I was confused and looked over at Dylan and he looked just as confused as me.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

He looked at me like I had three heads and said, "Yes you did something wrong blondie. You're meeting Dylan Chase, one of the hottest frickin' movie stars on the planet. He's got #1 hit songs on the radio and his last album went double platinum! He won an Oscar and was voted TIME magazine's sexiest man alive last year for Pete's sake!" he shouted.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and asked through gritted teeth, "Why the hell are you acting like you just met the new guy at your high school or something?"

I looked around and every eye was on me, including Dylan's and I swallowed hard and rubbed the back of my neck. Scott crossed his arms and tapped his foot, waiting impatiently for an answer, a logical explanation for my weird behavior.

"Ummm. Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked Scott quietly.

He rolled his eyes and let out a breath before reluctantly saying, "Fine. Take five people!"

Everyone else groaned and walked away, grumbling about wasting time, leaving Scott and I standing there alone. Then Scott looked at me with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms, tapping his foot.

"Well?" he asked.

"The truth is I've never been into worshiping celebrities. I think they're people like the rest of us. They just happened to get lucky enough that they can do something the rest of us can't. It doesn't make them better. Actually, being famous probably makes them worse than the rest of us."

"How so?" he asked with an exhale, like he was getting frustrated with this conversation already.

"They have huge egos from getting so much attention everywhere they go and hearing over and over how amazing they are. They get everything they want and everyone kisses their ass and won't tell them no. They start to walk around thinking they're better than everyone else when in fact they're actually worse but no one has the guts to tell them what a prick they are because they want something from them. People just tell them what they want to hear instead of the truth."

He stood there with his arms crossed, looking at me like he was trying to figure me out.

"Are you even a fan of his?" he finally asked.

I glanced around at all of the others that were far enough away not to hear and then back at Scott.

"Not really," I said, letting out an exhale. "I mean I've seen a couple of his movies through the years but I couldn't even tell you what they are. My Dad's the one that talked me into signing up for this because I've never been far from home and he thought it would be an adventure. You know, get out of Iowa and see the world and all that. Personally I'd rather be home, earning money to get my own house after graduation but I came on this trip to make my Dad happy."

I didn't admit that he had forged my signature on all the paperwork and signed up for me because I didn't want to get him in trouble.

"Shit!" Scott shouted and he started to pace. "This is a disaster. You were supposed to be a huge fan. You were supposed to start screaming and flipping out and acting so excited you could hardly talk."

He paced back and forth with his arms on his head, pulling at his hair.

"I'm sorry. This seems really important to you," I said quietly.

"It's not just important to ME. This footage from your visit is going to be included in the bonus features on the special DVD release of Dylan's new movie 'The Long Road to Redemption.' That's the movie premiere that you'll be going to with him this week."

"Oh yeah. I forgot I'm going to a movie premiere."

"The clips of you meeting him and hanging out with him this week were supposed to go viral to help promote his new movie and encourage people to watch the 'Spill the Tea with Tammy' episode, but no one wants to share a video of you shaking his hand and acting like he's no big deal! Shit!" he grumbled, pulling out a cigarette and sticking it between his teeth before lighting it.

Seeing the look on his face made me feel bad. "I'm sorry I ruined everything."

He shoved one hand in his pocket and smoked with the other as he paced back and forth restlessly.

"I don't know what to do. We're already under contract with you and it's already all over the media that you're the one that won the contest," he told me with anxious eyes, blowing smoke in the air.

"Wait!" he gasped with an idea. "What did you say earlier? You're saving up for something right?"

"Yeah, I'm saving up to get my own house after graduation. Why?"

His face lit up. "How about we help you get it? If you stay this week and pretend to be a super fan of Dylan's and help us get all the footage we need for the Special DVD release and talk show segment, we'll help you get that house you want!"

"Why would you do that?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows. "Is it really that important to you?"

"Yeah. The Long Road to Redemption is the biggest budget movie Dylan's ever played in. It could make or break his career. If it tanks at the box office, he may never get another opportunity like this," he said, adjusting the headphones around his neck.

I looked across the yard at Dylan and he had a seriously worried look on his face and so did the guy he was standing beside. I looked around and noticed everyone looked worried, including his assistant Melissa. Apparently they all had a lot riding on this.

"Ok," I said. "I'll do it. Under one condition."

"Name your price," Scott said. "What do you want? Money? Fame? If that's it, I mean we could try to find you more screen time instead of just being an extra in the background for ten seconds. Maybe we could even get you a small speaking line. What's it gonna take?" he asked, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stamping it out with his foot.

I shook my head. "Being famous is literally the last thing I want. I don't want more screen time or a speaking part. And I don't want you to buy me a house either."

"You don't?" he asked, looking confused. "But you just got done saying you really want a house."

"I do. I want a house more than anything in the world but I want to earn it myself. I want to be able to stand in the front yard and look at that house and know I did it all by myself by working really hard. That way I'll feel like I really accomplished something that I can be proud of. You know?" I asked.

He stood there thinking it over for a second, looking confused.

"Well if you don't want money or fame, what are you after then?"

"Nothing, I don't want anything. I'll do it just to help you guys out cause I can tell it means a lot to you."

He stood there evaluating me and his intense gaze was starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

"I see what you're doing," he said with a knowing smug smile, like he had figured it all out. "This is all an act so you can seem like the sweet down home country girl that's not after Dylan's money and fame, so you can get to him. That's an interesting angle, but hey, it might work on him."