"Whoa Nelly, kid! Calm it down!" Mr. TV clamped his hands over where his ears would have been. Any louder and the screen might have cracked! "Listen here, kid, I'm not working wit--" He paused. Lately any shows or movies directed at a kid demographic had been dominated by the Smittyland people, including that freak, Cor. If Mr. TV could create the ultimate kid star, then he could finally stand on equal footing...
He looked back down at Peaches, putting a fist where his chin would have been, as if observing her. "Hmm. Maybe you've got the stuff," he muttered more to himself than to her. "Alright, kid, I'll give you a shot. I'll send you to some acting classes and we'll see how you handle them first, 'kay? And, uh, give this business card to your parents. I'll hash out all the details with them."