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… without all-out lying.”
    Kat didn’t really want to listen to one of Jack’s lectures on integrity. She wanted to know all about Ben. All about that song. She had a million questions. She shot them out like a machine gun. First question: Did Jackson get to meet the infamous Ben Wilder last night?
    Answer: No. It was just his people. An entire conference room full of them.
    Second question: How soon until Jackson will be meeting Ben? And. Can she come too?
    Answer:

    No answer. At least not right off the bat.
    Jackson sighed. He looked away, then turned back to her. His eyes were concerned. He sighed again. “I … I just don’t know, Kat. I don’t know if I can … if you can ….”
    She pushed his shoulder. “What? What do you mean you don’t know? You’re going to be working side by side with Ben Wilder and you don’t know if I can meet him?”
    “Well, I had to sign a contract. You know—do’s and don’ts when working for the Wild Sun Corporation. I can only bring family members to the set … one person per day. I can’t approach him. Can’t ask him for any special favors. I can’t even ask him for his autograph.”
    Jackson cleared his throat. He looked away from Kat again, looking up to the sky. Like he was asking for some sort of divine help. She should be the one asking for divine help. Her best bud was going to be working with her life-long crush. And it wouldn’t do a thing to get her closer to Ben Wilder. Not even an autograph. Stupid. Beyond stupid. This was total Idiotville. And she didn’t hesitate to let Jackson know what she thought.
    He stopped her rant. “I will try, okay? I will do everything I can to find a way for you to meet him. But not at first. I can’t do anything that will risk my position. Just be patient, okay?”
    Kat began to calm down. She trusted Jackson. He would do what he could.
    It seemed almost an afterthought, but he added, “Plus, I will get ten autographed album covers once it’s released. I’ll give you one.”
    “Wow? Really?” She knew she sounded bitter. Who wouldn’t be?
    “Do you want to finish listening to the song?” Jackson asked.
    This was an obvious attempt to distract her. But it worked, because she wanted to hear the rest of that song.
    It was magical, really. The entire song. Lyrics to die for: ones that sounded like thoughts from within Ben’s heart. A great beat with changing tempos. A really modern, post-new wave sound. This was going to be Ben Wilder’s biggest song yet. How totally cool. Especially for Jackson. Kat couldn’t stop smiling. And she couldn’t get enough of the song. “Again.” She said every time it ended.
    The song fluctuated from generation to generation with lyrics like:

               
                The food is gone
                The fields are dry
                The days so long
                Seem to never go by
                Our world at war      
                I can’t take anymore
                But there is strength in you yet
                Your life we’ll never forget
               
    Of course, Jackson hadn’t taken the time to charge his iPod that morning, so she only got to listen to “Generations” about twenty times before the battery went dead. It wasn’t nearly enough. She would have liked to listen to it for at least another hour.
    She rolled to her side and propped her head on her elbow. “Do you know what you are going to do … for the video? What’s it going to be like?”
    Jackson shrugged his shoulders and feigned indifference. “Don’t know,” he mumbled. But even as he said those words, his lips grew from this little grin into this huge, Cheshire cat smile. “It is going to be so awesome. I have it all drawn out already, Kat. I was up until two this morning doing it. I just couldn’t stop.”
    He talked her through his treatment, telling her of each individual frame he had