Luke grinned, waving madly to the young men in the convertible. They all wore T-shirts that read "U.S. Olympic Drinking Team." "Silky, we love you!"
She blew them a kiss, laughing. She was riding high. THE GIRL UPSTAIRS had originally been a summer replacement, just another jiggle-vid sitcom in a summer filled with T and A. It was George's first attempt at producing, though, and he was determined to succeed. Based very loosely on THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH, with a dash of Walter Mitty thrown in for good measure, THE GIRL UPSTAIRS had the best writers money and flattery could buy. George was starting a literary department, this sitcom was his first package deal---his actors, his writers. George liked it.
The glory, however, was all Lake's. Silky Shaugnessy ("Sounds like an Irish con artist," she'd joked) bounced into America's living rooms once a week with her Gracie Allen witticisms and her Marilyn Monroe wardrobe. Silky was the one they recognized and loved. Lake finally had her identity. Everybody loved Silky.
THE DREAM BECAME A REALITY FOR THE HOLLYWOOD DREAMERS.