"Waitaminute!" Mina exclaimed loudly in her bathroom. "Legally Brunette?!!! Hold my E-Phone because I'm gonna drop it! You're going to be making a biopic on my story?!"

  "Yessiree, baby!" Artie Decor shouted back. "Or rather yes-ma'am-ree! And you are cordially invited to Gollywood to be in it!"

  Breathing deeply through her mouth, Mina couldn't believe her luck. She had no idea she had what it took to be a true movie star in addition to a successful lawyer.

  "I can see it now!" the director said in his showy showbiz voice. "Young hotshot lawyer foils infamous crime syndicate all while in the midst of a heated passionate love triangle with her two rival prosecutors! I don't even have to write a screenplay, because this stuff writes itself!!!"

  Mina imagined the big toothy grin from the director from behind the phone as he asked her: "So what do you say, baby?! Are you in?!"

  With eyes twinkling bright than the lights of Gollywood, Mina nodded. "I'll be right down there! I'll even eat my Greek yogurt and drink my latte in the car!

  "Okay!" the director said. "Just don't have a car accident on the way over."

  Mina giggled. "Actually, I'll just have my girlfriend drive."

  "Sounds good, baby!" Artie Decor exclaimed. "I can't wait to see your name and face up in lights! And mine too as master director! Ciao!"

  As he hung up, hyperventilation followed and Mina nearly dropped her phone again. She couldn't believe her luck. Was her story really worth making a movie over? Legally Brunette did sound like a good title, even though she could have sworn she heard it before in a lighter shade of hair follicle before.

  But oh well, now was finally her chance to have her story on the big screen. She couldn't wait to tell Ashley and Blind. But first, the bathroom, showering and changing out of her Ninja Kitty pajamas!

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  When Mina exited the bathroom, she had traded the soft velvet pajamas for a short sleeved Ninja Kitty T-shirt, jean shorts and a pair of pigtails replacing her scraggly bedhead. In addition, she wore her butterfly pendant which had accompanied her on many cases. It had now become her lucky charm–for trials both in and out of the courtroom.

  Ashley and Blind still relaxed in bed. Both raised their eyebrows when they saw their girlfriend dressed and ready to go somewhere.

  "What's going on?" Blind asked, as sharp as ever. "You wanna leave our cozy bed already?"

  Ashley crossed her legs as she reclined on the comforter. A wry smirk on her face. "Didn't care to fix me some breakfast after last night, undergrad?"

  Mina waved her hands excitedly. "You would not believe what the zowie I just heard! The Venus Woman from Mars director is making our story into a major feature film! It's the chance of a life time!"

  Blind and Ashley both looked at each other. There was some amazement, but Blind's words said otherwise: "Wait so a campy sci-fi director is making a lawyer biopic. Don't you wonder if he's going to get the tone right?"

  Mina turned to Ashley. Even she seemed quite sceptical. "Isn't law serious business, undergrad?"

  Mina thought for a second. She reflected on her larger than life clients and culprits. Fake Frenchmen, goth chicks, mean girls, muscular female sci-fi actors, fabulous Latino jewel thieves…

  "No," she said. "I think he'll fit! The court of law is campier than it seems!"

  Ashley and Blind looked at each other with a shoulder shrug.

  ***

  After getting out of bed, the trio headed uptown to the Gollywood backlots. Rows upon rows of numbered warehouses contained the sets of the latest hit movies.

  Ashley drove her emerald green car. "Which lot was it again?"

  Mina's eyes scanned the pamphlet she had received. "Hmm…we are at backlot…lucky number 13!"

  "Oh okay!" Ashley answered. "I think I might see it…"

  "Oh?" Mina asked. "Do you see the number?"

  "No…" Ashley chuckled. "I see an army of girls auditioning for the role of Mina Hawkins."

  Mina dropped the pamphlet and was about to scream 'what the huh' but no words came out. There was an enormous line of young women in hot pink pants suit. She soon realized she'd have to audition to play…herself!