It was Oscar Night in Hollywood, which meant the stars were out in force, and Zero had once again somehow conned a press pass out of someone. It was her last hurrah before moving to another reality where she wasn't on the Z-list, so why not go all out ( Read more... )

Zero was sitting upside down on the couch, feet in the air and her head near the floor, and her camcorder had been rigged up under the coffee table with tape and a couple of unbent wire hangers. She reached over, pressed 'record,' and started reading from a set of index cards all metaed as appropriate:

( Cut for length and ragging on a perfectly respectable actor. )

Monday found Zero camped out in front of the TV, with snacks. And popcorn especially for throwing, because...

"YOU DON'T HAVE MUSIC IN ALASKA?!?!?!"

The neighbors were pretty much used to it by now.

So there was a show about models. Normally Zero ignored those, because the stupid hurt her brain and she'd gotten enough of it that one time she'd volunteered to help out at Claude's show, anyway, but this show about models was different. This show about models had someone she knew in it. A former bandmate, even. So Zero was camped out on the ( Read more... )

Zero was sitting in her music management seminar, pretending to pay attention but actually surfing the internet, because laptops were magical when she came across an ecard she thought was kind of funny. After about three seconds contemplation, she decided the most worthy recipient would be Parker, just because that was totally random and absurd.

( Little did she know. )

There was nothing wrong here. Nothing to see. Move along, move along.

Zero certainly hadn't set the oven on fire making chocolate chip cookies. She wasn't Twitch. She could cook. So the kitchen filled with smoke and fire extinguisher stuff and the beeping fire alarm and Zero running around pulling her hair and freaking out and shouting into ( Read more... )

Where Skank Zero Hopeless-Savage had gotten a red carpet press pass was going to be debated hotly among the crownèd heads of Hollywood for weeks to come. Her footage was shown on MTV, but they disavowed all responsibility for and knowledge of her actions.

Nonetheless, here she was, in a plaid dress and combat boots, with a frightened-looking ( Read more... )

Zero was carrying a tray of coffees in one hand and someone's dry cleaning in the other when someone suddenly shouted, "YOU! Weird pop star kid!"

( Zero Gets Promoted )

Zero returned from her trip home for Thanksgiving triumphantly carrying a cooler that had been searched by the TSA earlier in the day and found to contain only leftovers. "Hey, guys!" she called out as she kicked the door shut, assuming someone was somewhere in the apartment. If not, well, then the neighbors would know. "Great news! We're not ( Read more... )

To: Everyone Zero Knows
From: Zero
Subject: VOTE YOU SQUALLERS

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