A reporter interrupts the girls.

A pony tailed blonde woman of about twenty-five years of age suddenly appeared before the two before they had a chance to split apart. She had glasses poised atop her head and wore a loose white blouse and snug-fitting black slacks.

"Excuse me, you are Robyn Rothchild, the amateur surf contest winner, correct?" the woman asked, shifting the large black vinyl bag she had over one shoulder.

"Uh, yes.." the little corn-rowed blonde answered, surprised someone would know her name.

"Hi, I'm Emily Johnstone. I'm a reporter for Surfer magazine," the woman smiled, offering her hand in greeting. "You were quite impressive today. I'm told you won the bikini contest as well, though I can't say I'm surprised!" she remarked, scanning down the bikini and sarong-clad blonde's lithe form.

"Well, yes," stammered the shy blonde, grabbing the arm of the departing Emma. "Actually my best bud and I shared first place!" said Robyn gesturing to the busty brunette she had her arm clamped around in desperation for support.

"That's wonderful!" remarked Emily, smiling at Emma. She turned her attention back to the diminutive blonde. "I'm glad I didn't miss you. Larry was afraid you weren't going to make it!" she said, gesturing to the still waiting blond Toohey's rep. "I'd like to do a short interview with you, if you don't mind." She pulled a micro-cassette recorder out of the bag she had deposited on the floor beside her, as well as a notepad.

"Nice meeting you, Emily!" Emma said, trying to get out of her friend's clenching grasp. "I'll leave Robs to the interview."

"Oh, please stay. I'd like a little background from a friend," Emily requested.

"Okay, I'll just sit over here a bit!" answered Emma, gently taking Robyn's steely grip off her arm and moving to a nearby table, where she began sipping at her champagne as she waited.

Emma watched and listened as her surf buddy began to feel more at ease with the reporter as she began to talk about her life beachside. She watched with pride and satisfaction as her friend was animatedly using her hands to describe riding one of the waves.

Moments later, the tables were turned as Emily sat with Emma and Robyn sipped at her fluted glass. But the bubbly blonde wasn't alone at her table for long.

"Hello, Robyn?" asked a feminine voice.

"Mmmhmm," the tanned blonde answered, turning to the source.

"Hi," she said, extending her hand. "The Toohey's folks directed me towards you. I'm Tasha Banks, from American MTV."

Robyn looked over to the young woman who seated herself across from her. She had yellow tinted glasses and short, spiky blonde hair with dark roots. A shimmery silver top highlighted a light tan.

"I've been in Australia scouting locations for a new reality television series we're producing. While most of the people we are casting will be from the States, I thought you'd be a fine addition, if you so desire," the woman began to explain.

"I don't think I'd be interested.." started the blonde, thinking of the tawdry shows she'd seen of late.

"I think you might, if you let me explain the premise," Tasha said, pulling a brochure from her bag.

As Tasha showed Robyn the photos, she further explained. What we are doing is taking fourteen young ladies, amateur surfers, from various areas, Hawaii, California, Florida, and taking them to exotic locations around the world to train for one spot on the Roxy Pro Surf tour. It's going to be a lot of hard work to get through the seven weeks, but if anyone can do it, I think you could, based on what I saw today."

At the table nearby, Emily had said her goodbyes and Emma sat listening to the new conversation between Robs and Tasha.

Images of surfing in Hawaii and Fiji, as well as elsewhere, danced through the blonde's head as she looked at the photos from the location shoots.

"I'd really love to," Robyn said, measuring her answer, "but, my friend and I just travel everywhere together, and I couldn't imagine just leaving her." The little blonde shook her head as she reluctantly shoved the brochure back towards the woman.

Emma couldn't have her friend give up this dream because of her. She stepped up to the table, leaning beside her friend.

"You cannot let this opportunity pass you by, Robs," said the brunette, a hand on her arm. "Don't worry about me, I can get on for a time."

"But I might be gone over two months, Em. What would you be doing for that amount of time?" Robyn asked, her eyes searching her friend's.

"Well, I..I.." Emma started, then realized she didn't know what she'd do. They'd been joined at the hip for so long, it was hard to remember a time they weren't together.