"Steve, Tom Hanks on line one."
"But we don't want awful! Or do we? Tell me, Tom! You're so trustworthy!"
"Ah, yes. Pretty sure I remember how to do "amateur"."
"Can I still have a really good-looking entry sometimes?"
"Sure, just not too often. Mostly you should stick with the proven formula: so-so pictures, mildly clever commentary."
"That's what people like?"
"Yeah. I'm not sure why, but they do. Okay, gotta go."
"Thanks, Tom. I mean it."
"See you in a few days. Don't screw this up."
"I won't. Goodnight."
I hung up and looked at the last glow of sunset over the Hudson.
I wouldn't screw it up. I'd get it right for the fans, for Tom, and for all the other celebrities.
And for Reader's Fucking Digest, dammit.