As soon as Jasmine entered the hall, she began to look for a seat. She could see that the back rows were reserved for nobodies; assistants, agents, and the media. The front rows were reserved for actors, directors, nominees, and producers. The more famous you were, the closer you got to the front. Seeing how things were, Jasmine quickly took a seat near the front.
When Jane arrived, she saw where Jasmine was sitting and she rushed over her. “Jasmine,” she gasped, “President Laurence has said that your seat is in the very back.”
Jasmine pushed Jane away from her and said, “Bullshit! I’m here to receive an award. I am not a nobody.”
“It’s not bullshit,” Jane replied. “Your father just called me and told me to remind you that he’d instructed you to stay low-key.”
“Are you nuts,” Jasmine h
