CHAPTER 1
WHO THE HELL IS NAN?
Scottie
I’m halfway through a bag of Sour Patch Kids when my phone buzzes on my nightstand. Quickly picking it up, I see an unknown San Francisco number, and my stomach immediately drops like I’m riding the tallest roller coaster.
This is it.
For the last week, I’ve spent every waking moment refreshing my emails. I’ve been waiting for the rejection email because the producers told me they would callifthey were going to choose me. But the tone they used that morning was less than promising.
I wouldn’t blame them if I don’t get picked because I went into my interview on less than three hours of sleep, completely hungover, and an aching body from the greatest sex of my life the night before.
With shaking fingers, I finally answered. “Hello?”
“Hello. I’m looking for Scottie Monroe.”
“I might know where she is,” I say, shrugging, even though they can’t see me. “But if this is a telemarketer, she’s currently in witness protection and not taking phone calls at this time.”
There’s a laugh on the other end. “This is why I like you. It’sAndrea from theNailed It or Failed Itproduction team.” I suck in a sharp breath. “We want to officially offer you the spot on season seven.”
I can’t breathe all of a sudden.
Me? They want me?
They want me!
“Scottie?” Andrea says through the phone.
“Yes. I’m here,” I say quickly. “Sorry. But wow. Thank you.”
I sound as shocked as I feel. There wasn’t an ounce of confidence in me during the interview. I blame it on two things…waking up alone in my hotel room without a fucking word from the man who swept me off my feet, and texts from my mom asking me what I was wearing and then telling me it wasn’t good enough.
Even after that…they want to offer me the spot.
“We’re so excited to work with you,” Andrea says cheerfully. “You have the perfect spunky and fun personality we’re looking for. I will send you an official email in just a few minutes with all the necessary information from us and details on how we’ll cover the entire cost of this project. After that, we will need the location of the home for the show from you.”
“Location?”
“Yes, for the renovation project. You have a house to fix up, right?”
My excitement fades instantly, and I feel my stomach drop to the floor. I look around my small bedroom in my parents’ house. The same one I’ve already renovated top to bottom over the last year that got my social media presence up and running. No one has mentioned anything aboutmeneeding to find a home to renovate.
Or have they and I totally missed it?
“Yes. Of course,” I lie, biting the inside of my cheek. “How long do I have to get the location information for you?”
“The sooner the better. We start filming in two weeks.”
I can feel my heart rate pick up speed. “That fast?”
“This whole process will be fast.”
I can hear the smile in her tone. This is her job, so she’s used to this. Me, on the other hand? I’m freaking the fuck out that I don’t even have a place to present them.
“Awesome.”
Andrea squeals with excitement. “I can’t wait. It’s going to be an epicNailed It, if you know what I mean.”
