It's her chance and she's going to take it!

"Do... do I have to?" she all but whined.

The man just smirked and nodded his head like she was a little kid.

Closing her eyes Bria imagined it both ways. Would she be able to find fame so quickly if she said no? Sure she'd make it eventually, but maybe this was a sign, meant to be. Besides, what was a little test?

Gulping she opened her eyes and nodded meekly. "Okay."

"Get in," the man said with a big grin. "Other side, front door," he added when Bria looked at the huge vehicle with some confusion.

"So, uh, where do we do this?" she asked once inside, then hardly heard a word as she registered just how big the inside was. She wasn't a fan of hummers or military, knowing no more about them than that it was gold to say, "I'm dedicating this to the troops!" in a contest.

This hummer, though, was like a noisy, sturdy limo that happened to be as big as a truck. Black leather couches lined the sides with a bar behind the driver seat and a flat-screen tv that folded down from the ceiling. She was so busy gawking at it that she never heard a word he said or noticed when the none-too-concealing top of her minidress slid off her breast, exposing her to her driver completely.

"Here we are," he said, finally, and somewhat reluctantly.

Bria broke from her gawkfest to see a plain white building in front of them. Boring. "This is where he's making a video?" she asked with a mix of disbelief and disappointment.

The man laughed at her expression, explaining, "This is where we take the samples. Then we go off to meet the boss while they run the tests."

"Oh," was all Bria could think to say. She didn't say much more during the tests. She filled out some forms, reluctantly peed into a cup (in private, thankfully), opened her mouth for a quick swab, and clenched her eyes while they efficiently withdrew what seemed to her to be a few too many litres of blood.

All in all it was quick and mostly painless. "Not so bad was it?" her chauffeur asked, and she shook her head.