Scarlett Johansson reminded herself of this fact as she looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room. It was a nice hotel room, all things considered. All the hotel rooms she had stayed in over the last month had been nice.
But she wasn't hitting the major markets, and the major late night talk shows. She was going to mid-sized cities, sitting in on the local morning television shows and heading to the local radio stations for drive time interviews.
Everyone has to pay their dues. Scarlett comforted herself by telling herself that she'd be doing nothing but interviews on major network television shows in a few years.
Scarlett stretched out on her bed, turned her head, and saw the weirdest remote control she had ever seen sitting on the end table. Curious, she was reaching for it when there was a knock on the door. When Scarlett answered the door, who did she discover on the other side?
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