"I thought we were going to work on the movie script," said the screenwriter. "Not now. The waves are breaking perfect!" she replied over her shoulder, as she grabbed her surfboard and stepped out of the house, crossed the sandy beach, and waded into the waves. Karen, the intern, first met the screenwriter at a pitch meeting with the studio execs. The executives scoffed at everything he said. And then those studio heads shrugged and signed a $3 million contract with him. Karen was stunned. $3 million for a lousy script? She wanted to be a part of this... whatever it was. "I''ll help you write it," she blurted out. Being an intern, she was supposed to just hand out the correct lattes, and keep her mouth shut. "And who are you?" asked the screenwriter, surprised by her outburst. "I''m your new intern," said Karen. "Intern? I don''t have any interns." "You do now!" He shook his head. "Writers don''t have interns." "Why not?" "We work at home..." "Great. Give me a key to your house and we''ll get to work tomorrow morning." "Forget it. That''s not going to happen," he said. But a few days later, she was moving into his Malibu Beach house anyway. As she looked around the house, she shook her head, and wondered where to start. It was time for some changes around here. She had been an intern to the stars. But she wanted more. Much more. A recent phone call between the intern and her best friend: [© 2018 Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.] "Ashley, I''m going to be famous. They wrote a book about me," said Karen, the intern, into her phone. "It''s called Hollywood Intern." "Really? Never heard of it." "It''s an eBook on Amazon ." "Anybody reading it?" "Sure. I think it''s going to be a bestseller." "You Hollywood people," said Ashley, doubtfully. "I suppose you''re going to make it into a movie?" "Right you are! We''re looking for a director. And an actress to play me. Jennifer Lawrence? Gal Galdot? What do you think?" "Good luck with that..." "Why are you being such a pill? They wrote a book about me. Can''t you be happy for me?" "Not if you don''t give me a part in the movie," Ashley said. "Hey, you know how sports teams are always trading their players? What if I trade you in for another best friend?" "As long as you trade me to Hawaii or Miami Beach. Just give me some of that warm weather. I froze my butt off here in all winter in Rochester [New York]." "I was thinking of Alaska. You want to be on an Eskimo team?" "With global warming... Yes! That could work. Just make sure it''s on the coast. I''ll open a tropical beach bar in Anchorage." © 2019 G. Kerr; all rights reserved. [Note: This book is sold online exclusively through Amazon from the publisher, or at your local bookstore. The latest paperback version is 2.60b or higher, updated March 23, 2019, or later. Beware online resellers selling older used editions as "new".]