He stumbled and knocked over a whole row of seats, his voice booming through the studio, "Isabella, listen to me. Let me explain!"
Even as the security guards dragged him out, the crowd's jeers and boos kept roaring through the room.
And the comments section? It was exploding with thousands upon thousands of new messages flooding in by the second.
The director froze for three full seconds, then scrambled to cut to a commercial break as fast as he could.
Back in the green room, I sank into the sofa and sipped my water slowly and steadily.
The door slammed open, and Mr. Harrison walked in. His face twisted into the weirdest expression I'd ever seen.
He looked like he wanted to blow up at me... but he also looked like he could barely hold back a grin.
"Isabella, you really are somethin
