The limo pulled into the driveway of the hotel and honked its horn.
“We have arrived!” Jane announced. “Everyone out. Come meet your adoring fans.”
She’d arranged to have a group of paparazzi greet them—not to mention “extra” actors begging for their autographs and chanting, “Divas! Divas!”
“What is this?” Toni said, stepping out of the limo and shielding her eyes from the popping camera flashes. “Where did these people come from?”
“It’s called buzz, Toni.” Jane took her aside. “It’s how legends are born in Hollywood.”
Toni looked like she was going to lose it. “This is ridiculous. I don’t need all this attention going to their heads.” She pointed to Liberty and Gracie, who were blowing kisses to the crowd. “I need them to focus.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Toni caught a glimpse of her archnemesis, Justine Chase. She and the rest of the City Feet had come outside to see what all the commotion was about.
“Oh, this is gonna be good!” Rochelle said, tugging Scarlett’s arm. “Can’t you see the steam coming out of Mean Justine’s ears? She is really mad!”
“Nice entrance,” Justine remarked. “Very subtle, Toni.”
“It wasn’t my idea.” Toni nodded at Jane.
“Was it your idea to pay the actors to cheer for your team?” Justine continued. “So what’s the going rate for fake fans?”
Mandy laughed. “That’s so funny! The Divas have fake fans!”
Liberty stepped forward. “We couldn’t even pay people to be your fans,” she said. “There’s not enough money in the world for it.”
“Oh, nice one,” Rochelle said, applauding Liberty. The girl really had a gift for zingers!
“We’ll have tons of fans when we beat you,” Phoebe told them. She struck a pose for the paparazzi. “Over here, guys. You should be taking pics of the real stars of Electric Dance!”
The photographers suddenly rushed at City Feet. Addison, Regan, Mandy, and Phoebe smiled and waved.
“Hey! Those are not your puppyrazzi!” Gracie protested.
“It’s paparazzi,” Scarlett corrected her. “And they can have them.”
“Enough!” Miss Toni snapped. “Let’s go inside and get to work.”