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Good Time Girl
Kate O’Mara
There’s love on camera, but what’s going on behind the scenes?Popular soap opera The McMasters, set in the international art world, has been drawing huge audiences for nearly a decade, but ratings have started to slip.Beautiful and talented Claire Jenner is brought into the series and makes an instant hit. Recently recovered from a disastrous relationship, she embarks on a red-hot affair with Geoffrey Armitage, star of the show. Geoff is dazzled, but not so the rest of the cast. Cast aside by the philandering (and married) Geoff is the gorgeous but untalented Patsy. Seething with jealousy, she plots her revenge.Centred on the turbulent private lives of the cast of a long-running series, Kate O’Mara’s sizzling novel gives us an insider’s close-up on the world of television soap opera.
KATA O’MARA
Good Time Girl
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DEDICATION (#ulink_91127333-202f-525e-afbb-2eef5efe44ee)
To Ted Rhodes, in happy memory
CONTENTS
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Title Page (#ue1525b6f-b66e-5a15-a64e-47cc7a4ddb71)
Copyright (#ulink_7b49a774-fe18-52e9-8192-9399988c6e1b)
Dedication (#ulink_0b793175-b065-5ead-b0fb-9515be54bfcd)
Chapter 1 (#ulink_4c397b51-a2a8-5d71-853f-62fa22bc8c1b)
Chapter 2 (#ulink_f23f4ecc-e550-58da-b474-4358c59d9d71)
Chapter 3 (#ulink_79302337-7b01-51a3-bc3e-d1eab35eebe8)
Chapter 4 (#ulink_9f4a7c00-8576-59d6-9b30-1c2a49c68af3)
Chapter 5 (#ulink_6f287f9e-97d7-5988-a4e9-5936846ce67d)
Chapter 6 (#ulink_91ccdc80-c36c-594d-ba02-0ddb46ca7c91)
Chapter 7 (#ulink_6fc7ed55-7ffc-5f40-a390-107a0ddeba81)
Chapter 8 (#ulink_be4a3a50-c50d-5422-a206-73be0b973f1b)
Chapter 9 (#ulink_8bed157c-0278-5f22-b7b2-af44f4f8e00d)
Chapter 10 (#ulink_c91a4ff6-2cb0-5a3a-bbf2-a465a58a3b5f)
Chapter 11 (#ulink_f03f2a49-da14-5441-9ed6-43874cab7aaa)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 24 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 25 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 26 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 27 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 28 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 29 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 30 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 31 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 32 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 33 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 34 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 35 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 36 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 37 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 38 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 39 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 40 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 41 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 42 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 43 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 44 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 45 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 46 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 47 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
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1 (#ulink_c9f2b95f-188b-59ad-8252-797ef61fc77b)
The studio was dark, silent and tense. The crew, technicians and production team were shrouded in shadow. Only the actors in their little world of a make-believe art gallery were illuminated in a bright pool of light. They stood poised ready to spring into life at a given cue – a flamboyant wave of a white handkerchief from Larry Matthews, the highly eccentric, camp floor manager/PA/script editor/general right-hand man to Hugh Travis, the producer. Larry always used this rather overt method of cueing, claiming that the actors could see it easily in their peripheral line of vision. He was right, of course; the slightest movement from anyone on the studio floor could be misinterpreted as a cue by an actor already fraught with nerves. Larry was usually right about most things. He ran the studio, and indeed the series, like a tight ship, loved and feared by actors and technicians alike. Now he stood, his head encased by ‘cans’, keeping an ever-vigilant eye on the monitor that was suspended above his head. The cameramen adjusted focus. The boom operators pushed the microphones in and out of the set, paying them out and winding them in again like trout flies, checking and rechecking for shadows. It was the soundmen’s difficult task to position the booms so as to be able to pick up every nuance from the actors. They had to achieve this without getting into shot, yet be near enough to hear even the most inaudible player. There was no difficulty with the experienced performers but the newcomers and those who had not had theatrical experience always posed problems.
Larry, ever watchful, glanced briefly around the studio, then up again at the monitor. Where -
A tall fine figure of a man, with a remarkably even golden tan and deep-set vivid blue eyes was threading his way through the hustle and bustle of Mayfair. His silver hair was a touch too long for a banker or a barrister, and proclaimed him at once a man connected with the arts. Women’s heads turned as he strode confidently along, his gaze firmly fixed ahead, a slightly worried look on his handsome chiselled features.
Back on the studio floor, Larry suddenly yelled, ‘Coming out of telecine in two minutes,’ thereby quelling even the faintest murmur of chatter and quiver of movement. The brightly lit actors braced themselves for the fray. The trick was to look and act perfectly naturally in a completely unnatural situation, the actor having to start exactly on Larry’s cue. In this instance, the responsibility lay with Geoffrey Armitage, an old hand at the game, who played Paul McMaster in the series, and Amy Brindle, a relative newcomer, who played Sophie, his receptionist, and who was learning fast.
Paul arrived at his destination and glanced up briefly with an air of ill-concealed pride at the name displayed above the premises. ‘McMasters’ it announced in discreet gold roman lettering on a very dark green ground. He paused for a moment to glance at the superb seventeenth-century Flemish painting that was the sole exhibit in the window, then pressed the intercom. A distorted voice responded immediately.
‘Good morning, sir.’ A buzzing sound indicated that he was given admittance.
‘Stand by, studio. Coming out of telecine in one minute!’ Larry’s voice was now lower both in volume and pitch, and had the effect of concentrating everyone wonderfully. His eyes were staring at the monitor.
‘Morning, Sophie.’
‘Paul, thank goodness you’re here. Helen has been on the phone. There’s been some sort of mix-up over the German consignment.’
Paul McMaster put a weary hand to his brow. ‘Oh God, can’t she handle it? I’ve got a meeting this morning.’
‘There’s a fax from Mr Van Geldes from Amsterdam, about the exhibition at the Rijksmuseum.’
‘Yes, good. I was expecting that, anything else?’
‘Yes,’ said Sophie, looking embarrassed, ‘your brother …’
‘What’s he done now?’
‘I’m afraid he may be responsible for the confusion over the Hamburg shipment,’ she replied, becoming more flustered by the minute.
Paul sighed heavily. ‘All right, I’ll deal with it,’ he said resignedly, and crossed to the back of the shop. Sophie watched him go, then turned back to her desk with a troubled expression on her face.
There was a door leading to an outer office and a further door to an outhouse where restoration work and packing was carried out.
‘Coming out of telecine in ten seconds, nine, eight, seven, six, five …’ Five to zero were mimed by Larry using the fingers of one hand followed by the famous flourish of the white handkerchief descending in the manner of one starting a race and Geoffrey Armitage slipped smoothly and expertly through the studio office door, which exactly corresponded with the one in the telecine, and so achieved the transition from film to live studio. He spoke his lines on cue easily and effortlessly, with just the right amount of energy and charm to make him immensely watchable and adored by several thousand female admirers.
‘Who said you could use my office?’ snapped Paul McMaster.
An extremely good-looking man in his middle thirties was lounging nonchalantly in the leather captain’s chair with his feet up on the desk in front of him.
Paul’s errant younger brother, Tom, was played by Simon Lavell, a dark and rather arrogant young man who seemed to find difficulty in separating his screen persona from that of his own. Used to acting opposite each other, Simon and Geoff played to the end of the scene expertly.
‘And we have a recording break there. Reposition cameras three and four in the McMaster apartment – as quickly as you can and no talking, PLEASE.’ Larry’s stentorian tones produced an immediate effect and there was absolute silence. He was tall, blond, good-looking, in his early forties, an exactor who possessed those magical qualities so necessary in the aspiring thespian, confidence, authority and charisma. The whole studio, actors and crew alike, recognized it and respected it. The change-over to the McMaster flat was effected very quickly and quietly. Helen McMaster, Paul’s estranged wife, played by Bella Shand, an extremely glamorous brunette in her middle forties, was reclining on a chaise longue, sumptuously clad in coral-pink chiffon and feathers. The McMasters was originally created for her by Hugh seven years ago and she revelled in her position as star of the show.
‘Ready treasure?’ asked Larry affectionately. Bella was an old trouper and they enjoyed a mutual respect.
Bella, who was entangled in a telephone flex, whilst attempting to look sultry and poised, said, ‘I look and feel extremely awkward and uncomfortable, but apart from that, I’m raring to go.’
‘You don’t actually, darling. You look lovely as always,’ replied Larry soothingly. ‘Ready everyone?’ He did not wait for a reply. ‘And standby in the office set, we’re coming straight over to you after this – no pause take your cue from Terri,’ Larry had raised his voice so as to be heard by the actors on the nearby set, where the cameras were all ready for the opening shot. ‘You look gorgeous, darling,’ repeated Larry, as he observed Bella still wriggling surreptitiously.
