“Here’s a paragraph about us,” she exclaimed. “Listen.”
“I am,” said Janet.
“Two of the most stunningly gowned girls seen at the Queen’s Court last night were Helen Thorne, daughter of Director Henry Thorne, and Janet Hardy, a friend from the midwest. It is rumored their gowns were special creations of Adoree. Both girls are to get film tests.”
“I must clip the picture in last night’s paper and the story this morning and send them to dad and mother,” said Janet.
While Janet clipped out the items she wanted, Helen telephoned for a taxi and they were soon speeding toward the studio.
The driver looked at them a little suspiciously as he slowed down at the main gate of the studio. Evidently he had seen too many girls like Janet and Helen get turned away, but Helen produced a note from her father which gained them instant admission. They paid the cab driver and a boy was assigned to direct them to Billy Fenstow’s office.
They found the director of the westerns at an office well to the back of the lot and he greeted them warmly.
“We might just as well make a test the first thing,” he said. “I’ve got a camera crew over on stage nine where there’s an old interior that hasn’t been struck. You girls any lines you can go through?”
“Only from our senior play,” confessed Helen.
Billy Fenstow looked aghast. “That sounds pretty bad, but we’ll try it.”