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When I hit the street, it looked like there wasn’t anyone up yet in this upscale neighborhood. I heard traffic off in the distance as my feet slapped the pavement. As I relaxed into my run, I noticed that the birds weren’t yet chirping, meaning the sun wouldn’t be up for a little while. Even at this time of the morning, the temperature had already climbed above the forecast high back home today. That was something that I loved about being here.

I’d gotten a glimpse of my schedule for the next three days. It looked like Frank had sought out every reporter he could find, or more likely owed a favor to, and set up an interview. It all started this morning at IDC – Public Relations’ offices. Frank and his team kept a room configured for remote interviews. I would start with the morning shows on the east coast and work my way west as the day wore on.

This afternoon would find me at Hollywood Central, where they did their live broadcast each day. Frank had an in with them, and they’d always treated me right, so I had no problem with it. I would hang out with Hollywood Central for a couple of hours as a guest host. Then I had to go do the tapings for the late-night talk shows. Finally, I was going to do the vlog/video podcast run by the Hollywood Central cameraman’s nudist girlfriend.

Social video sites had given people the ability to express themselves in a whole new way by doing video blogs—vlogging. Video podcasts were essentially the same thing, though some say the difference is in the method of distribution. People would sit down in front of their video or web cameras and talk about anything, from daily events to comedy skits to politics. Then they would upload their videos to social media and share their opinions with the world. Some of the more successful ones had several million followers, which would earn them decent money in the form of advertising revenue.

A vlogger could gain a considerable audience overnight, and they could lose it just as quickly. The key was keeping people’s attention. The one I agreed to do was an adult version where the guests got naked, called The Naked Truth with Lux. Besides the obvious catch of the nudity, her guests were in the entertainment industry. Several household names had taken it off and been interviewed.

When I first told Frank that I might do it, he was opposed to the idea. It wasn’t that I would be exposing my junk to a national audience because it had to be tastefully shot so it could be posted on the major sites.

Frank was worried about my image. He didn’t want me to seem like one of those Disney kids trying to break out of teen roles by doing crazy stuff. Several of them had attempted something similar and frankly failed when the change was too drastic. I had to remind him that I’d already done a love scene that reports said was ‘real’ when I filmed The Secret Circle.

When that didn’t sell him, I forwarded Frank some of my modeling pictures. That hadn’t worked either, even though Frank wanted to portray me as the all-American bad boy.

I finally convinced him when I showed him a picture of Lux and told him of my requirement that she also be naked. Suddenly, he thought he should be there to help me with my talking points.

It was funny; once Frank got on board with me doing it, he switched gears and put his whole team on working out what would generate the most positive press. He even started talking about using bots to increase the initial views so the social media sites would move the vlog into their ‘suggested’ category. It seemed a little sneaky and underhanded to me, but I liked that my team had figured out how to job the system in my favor.

Tomorrow would be much the same, except I was doing print media. From the list of interviews, I apparently was big with preteen and teen girls. The remainder fell into two categories: entertainment and national. The one that didn’t fit was Sports Week. I planned to ask Frank what that was all about when I got a chance.

As I rounded the corner to finish my run, I spotted Fritz standing at the gate with his arms crossed, not looking happy. Bandit must have ratted me out. There would be no kitty treats for him.

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After my scolding and shower, I came downstairs to find that Rosy had made breakfast, and that Lexi had joined Scarlet and me. I smiled when I saw what Rosy had prepared. I think she secretly loved me. She had a platter of molletes, a Mexican open-faced sandwich made with refried beans, tomato slice, egg, cheese, and bacon bits she’d put on bagels.

Rosy had also made a large bowl of chicken chilaquiles with tomatillo sauce. It was a traditional dish intended to use up leftovers. Day-old tortillas were put into salsa verde and cooked until they were slightly softened. Rosy topped them with shredded chicken and queso fresco, a mild, white, fresh Mexican cheese that finished the dish.