Misters Beck and Oda looked significantly at Miranda. She threw back her 
head and managed a nice solid laugh, hitting that sweet spot down in her 
diaphragm. It felt good.
She shook her head, letting her hair swing back and forth across her shoulders. 
Then she leaned forward across the table, shouting to be heard above the band. 
"You guys must be desperate. I'm old hat, guys. There's half a dozen ractors 
in this room with better prospects than me. Didn't Carl fill you in? I've been 
holed up in a body stage for six years doing kid stuff. I'm not a star."