Prime Time [antikvár]

1CHLOE Carriere strode swiftly through the Heathrow departure lounge, trying with little success to escape the inquisitive lenses of the familiar throng of paparazzi. As photographers and reporters buzzed around her, several businessmen waiting for flights lowered their morning newspapers to stare at one of Britain's most famous and sexiest singing stars. "How long will you be in Hollywood, Chloe?" demanded the hack with acne from the Sun.Chloe smiled, increasing her pace. Her sable-lined trench coat billowed gracefully around her newly slimmed figure. She had spent a grueling week at a health farm in Wales trying to erase the combined ravages of Josh, a demanding six-month tour of the provinces, and her first acting role in a BBC docudrama about women in prison. It had brought her down to fighting weight, and now she looked and felt great^better now in 1982 than she had in years."What kind of a part are you testing for?" grinned the one with the green teeth fi'om the Mirror. "Is it a new television soap opera, then?""I don't really know too much about it yet," she hedged. "Other than that it's based on a best-selling novel called Saga.""Do you want the part?" asked the one firom Reuters with the adenoids and the bulging Adam's apple.Did she want the part? What a stupid question! Of course she wanted the damn part After more than twenty years of singing gigs in Britain, Europe and the States, she ached for it but she answered their questions casually: if she was