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Chapter 2: Live, from New York

OH, I JUST wanna take you anywhere that you'd like

We could go out any day, any night

Baby I'll take you there, take you there

Baby I'll take you there, yeah

"What the..." I sat on my bed, confused as the song played loudly in the background. It took me a few seconds to realize the sound was coming from my phone.

"Ugh, Amy!" I yelled collapsing back on my bed, pressing a pillow over my face while realizing she'd probably changed my ringtone the night before after many glasses of wine and the real teen pop rush we'd enjoyed.

Oh, tell me, tell me, tell me, how to turn your love on

You can get, get anything that you want

Baby just shout it out, shout it out

Baby just shout it ou-

After a frantic search, I finally managed to find the elusive phone under the covers. "Hello?" My voice sounded thick and very drowsy.

"Liv?" Matt asked from the other side of the line, "Were you sleeping? I thought you said you had that meeting today..."

I gasped feeling aware all of a sudden, "Oh my God! What time is it?"

Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I realized it was 9:25 AM and I was supposed to be in Midtown by 10:30 for a meeting with the executive and screenwriter team of SNL. I had either forgotten to set the alarm the previous night, or even worse, I had turned it off earlier that morning.

"I'm running so late!! I'll call you as soon as I finish!" I managed to say while swiftly stumbling off bed.

"Sure... hurry up!" Matt urged before trying to ease my panic, "And keep calm, you'll be perfect! I love you!"

"Love you too!"

*

NICK WAS STANDING at the front door of the building as I rushed to meet him, I was only 5 minutes late which - considering the fact that I was pretty much pulled together- truly was a significant achievement.

"Sorry, my alarm just didn't go off," I explained weakly, feeling a bit guilty for lying.

"It's okay; they're already waiting, come on," Nick opened the door to let me in, hand on my back subtly pushing me to move quicker.

We announced ourselves to a young, tall brunette, who guided us promptly to a meeting room where eight producers and writers were sat waiting for us. I shook everyone's hand, apologized for my tardiness, took a seat, and poured coffee into the cup that was placed in front of me; God knew I needed it.

"Olivia, I'm speaking for all of us when I say we are so excited to have you on the show!" a blonde woman started, warmly, "There are some great ideas for sketches which we believe will suit you perfectly."

"Well, I'm excited to be part of it," I grinned, feeling a jolt of pride as I continued, "can't wait to hear all about it."

As the meeting went on, I learned I was going to be part of five sketches playing various different characters: a guest of Weekend Update, a woman in a tampon commercial, a baby in a nursery, a '60s housewife, and a major fan of One Direction.

"The boys are really looking forward to meeting you," a young man sitting across the table explained stressing every single word, "we had a conference call with them yesterday, and they arranged their schedule to come a week earlier to have time to rehearse the sketch with you. They were a little concerned since they're not actors."