The Daydreams

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A deliciously entertaining novel about the stars of a popular teen show from the early 2000s—and the reunion special, thirteen years after their scandalous flameout, that will either be their last chance at redemption or destroy them all for good.

Back in 2004, The Daydreams had it all: a cast of innocent-seeming teenagers acting and singing their hearts out, amazing ratings, and a will-they-or-won’t-they romance that steamed up fan fiction forums. Then, during the live season-two finale, it all imploded, leaving everyone scrambling to understand why.

Afterward, the four stars went down very different paths. Kat is now a lawyer in Washington, DC. Liana is the bored wife of a famous athlete. Noah, the show’s golden boy, emerged unscathed and is poised to become a household name. And Summer, the object of Noah’s fictional (and maybe real-life) affections, is the cautionary tale.

But now the fans are demanding a reunion special. The stars all have private reasons to come back: forgiveness, revenge, a second chance with a first love. As they tentatively rediscover the magic of the original show, old secrets threaten to resurface—including the real reason behind their downfall.

Will this reunion be a chance to make things right? Or will it be the biggest mess the world has ever seen? No matter what, the ratings will be wild.“The perfect novel to complement the return of cargo pants, platform flip-flops, and all other things Y2K…Forget Watch What Happens Live or even The Hills: This book is what you wish you could see on live TV.”
—Harper’s Bazaar

“Historical fiction books have the *best* stories. You saw it with Daisy Jones & the Six and you’ll see it again in this Laura Hankin page-turner… Expect lots of scandalous secrets, drama, and OMG moments in this fictitious exposé.”
—Cosmopolitan

“Those who like their beach books with a lot of drama will find what they’re looking for—and then some.”
—Wall Street Journal

“…[O]ne of our favorite single-sitting, cover-to-cover reads.”
—USA Today

“Once again, Laura Hankin has blessed us with a book so riveting that I emerged on the other side sweaty, exhilarated, and fully needing this to be real life.”
—Samantha Bee, comedian and host of Full Frontal with Samantha Bee

“Catnip for anyone who feels deeply about the private lives of popstars. If you wanted Britney free, read this book. If you wanted Justin Timberlake to pay for his crimes, read this book. Juicy and heartfelt. I couldn’t put it down.”
—Emma Straub, New York Times bestselling author of This Time Tomorrow

“A delicious behind-the-scenes look at stardom and the scars it leaves behind. Part mystery, part soap opera, all fun – this delightful book will give you a jolt of nostalgia while dispensing insightful commentary about being a young woman in the spotlight.”
—Elissa Sussman, bestselling author of Funny You Should Ask

“Dishy and delicious with a sharp feminist bent, I stayed up until 2am finishing The Daydreams. If you’ve ever said ‘Justice for Britney,’ you will absolutely love this book.”
—Kate Stayman-London, bestselling author of One to Watch

“I tore through The Daydreams with the breathless excitement of a preteen at a pop concert (and with a touch of nostalgia for the early 2000s!). Smart, incisive, and addictively fun. This is truly the book we need right now.”
—Katharine McGee, author of the New York Times bestselling American Royals series

“…[S]o much fun to read and thoroughly unputdownable. I’m telling all my friends to read it!”
—The Stripe

“90s kids and anyone looking for a darkly satirical take on the entertainment world won’t want to miss this one.” 
—Parade

“Juicy, immersive…Think Daisy Jones and the Six, but with an irresistible Y2K backdrop.”
—Women’s Health
 
“What Daisy Jones & The Six did for 1970s nostalgia, Laura Hankin’s The Daydreams does for everyone who came of age during the Britney/Justin/Christina era. It’s wildly entertaining, surprisingly twisty, fierce, smart and absolutely pitch perfect.”
—Cincinnati CityBeat

“Addictive, twisty and so much fun, The Daydreams had me hooked from the opening number. This big-hearted book sharply examines the true cost of fame through the eyes of four former teen stars embarking on a reunion special. The early-noughties nostalgia is truly delicious but, as always with Hankin’s writing, it’s the beautifully rendered relationships that are the real heart of the story.”
—Ella Berman, author of The Comeback

“With all of Laura Hankin’s razor-sharp wit and incisive social commentary, The Daydreams exposes the many ways in which the media uses and discards its female stars, and manages to be both undeniably timely and steeped in perfectly rendered early 2000s nostalgia…Darkly humorous, big-hearted, and totally impossible to put down.”
—Laurie Elizabeth Flynn, author of The Girls Are All So Nice Here

“This firecracker of a novel had me riveted from the first page. If you remember the aughts fondly, you’ll fall head over heels for this nostalgic read by Hankin. I absolutely loved it.”
—Elissa R. Sloan, author of The Unraveling of Cassidy Holmes

“The Daydreams sucked me in so thoroughly, I forgot I was reading a novel instead of a juicy stack of 2000s tabloids. Hankin pulls back the curtain on Hollywood’s darkest secrets with plot twists that made me race toward the deeply satisfying ending. This perfect beach read is a nostalgic delight!”
—Hannah Orenstein, author of Head Over Heels

“Hankin delivers a sparkling story of lasting friendships amid the pitfalls of celebrity culture… Readers won’t want to put this down.”
—Publishers Weekly

“I devoured this book in less than a day. Hankin infuses so much humor and character into this story while also focusing on timely issues present in our society…”
—Thoughts From a Page

“This book is addictive, hilarious, twisty, and better than a stack of juicy tabloids.”
—SheReads

“Told through alternate timelines, journal entries, tabloid articles, and soliloquies, the narrative is well-paced and surprising as it takes unexpected turns. … Perfect for readers looking to reminisce about the early 2000s teen pop star scene, Hankin’s latest novel (after A Special Place for Women) is a compelling page-turner and a must-read.”
—Library Journal

“Full of dishy drama that reads like a behind-the-scenes look at any number of Disney/Nickelodeon shows of the era, Hankin’s latest will appeal to fans of Elissa R. Sloan and Ella Berman.”
—Booklist

“A deliciously entertaining novel…”
—The Nerd Daily

“Wildly entertaining but still manages to tackle some important themes, like the media’s treatment of girls and young women in the 90s and early 2000s and the trauma that childhood stars are forced to grow up carrying.”
—Katie Couric MediaLaura Hankin is the author of Happy & You Know It and A Special Place for Women. Her musical comedy has been featured in publications like the New York Times and the Washington Post, and she is developing projects for film and TV. She lives in Washington, D. C., where she once fell off a treadmill twice in one day.One

2018

We all had our roles to play, and I was The Bitch.

Or, to rephrase in the family-friendly language preferred by the corporation that aired our TV show: The Mean Girl. A villain with devious plans and that devastating eyebrow. One slow raise of it, and I could turn even the most poorly written insult into the kind of taunt that keeps a person up at night. (My eyebrow got a workout.)

Liana was The Best Friend, supportive and true and allowed to be a little bit funny, her face always right outside the spotlight’s glow.

Summer and Noah? They were The Stars, and The Star-Crossed Lovers. Golden, beautiful teenagers practically designed in a lab to sing and dance their way into your heart. Summer swooned for Noah, and a million girls swooned with her. Noah longed for Summer, and a million men longed for her to turn eighteen.

We played a group of fictional high schoolers who started a band together. Over the course of the show’s two seasons, the special concert appearances, and the live finale crafted to set us up for a blockbuster movie, story lines switched between the band’s budding music career and high school drama that was so heavily sanitized, we seemed to live in a world where babies were delivered by stork.

The show was called The Daydreams, and in the thirteen years since our live finale went so spectacularly wrong, I’ve been trying to leave it behind me. Yet here I am hiding in my office, squinting at a video link that I fear will plunge me right back into the mess I’ve worked so hard to escape.

I’m a lawyer now, by the way. I’m on the partner track, and I wear skirts from Banana Republic, and the people I meet assume that I am the boring, real-life version of the big-city girlfriend in a Hallmark movie who doesn’t appreciate Christmas. Sometimes, though, my disguise slips. I forget and use the devastating eyebrow on a difficult client whose kid used to watch the show, or whose assistant was a preteen girl at just the right time. It clicks into place for them: Katherine, who patiently responds to all the urgent emails they send at nine on a Friday night, is actually Kat, who for a couple of strange, glorious years was one of the leads of a television phenomenon. They take a new interest in me, asking why I left Hollywood, if I’d ever go back. “Being a movie star has nothing on mergers and acquisitions,” I say with a smile, and usually that works.

Once, though, a middle-aged businessman kept going. “So did you know that Summer Wright was going to-” he started. I knocked my coffee cup into his lap, and that got us off the topic.

Liana’s got a new role too: A Wife. Her husband plays for the Texas Rangers and has been setting all sorts of records that I do not understand because I don’t follow sports. She looks great in the stands at his games, more made-up and glamorous than she ever was on the show. She looks a little less great in the tabloid photos, underneath headlines wondering when she and Javier are going to have a baby.

But you want to hear about The Stars. Everyone always does. I haven’t spoken to either of them since the finale, and I have better things to do than sit around all day refreshing their social media pages. Still, I am a person living in the world, so I know this much:

Noah is the only one of us whose role hasn’t changed. If anything, he’s grown more golden, with an Oscar nomination in his pocket and all sorts of casting rumors about his next big project. All sorts of rumors about his love life too, now that he and his long-term girlfriend have broken up. I wish him nothing but the worst.

And Summer. Ethereal, wide-eyed Summer, who had all the potential in the world? She is The Cautionary Tale.

I don’t want what I did onscreen back then to define how others see me, or what I did offscreen to define how I see myself. But now, I stare at the video on my phone, labeled Entertainment Wow Exclusive: Interview with Noah Gideon. My boyfriend, Miheer, sent it to me while I was in a meeting with a client, along with a string of text messages. You’re having a moment online! was the first one, then, Uh, this thing is blowing up, and finally, I’ll grab wine on the way home. As my client droned on, the buzz of my phone in my pocket grew increasingly steady-notification piling upon notification-until it felt like I was sitting on a vibrator. I made some excuse and escaped to my office, knowing that something must have happened with The Daydreams. Something big. Probably something bad.

My heart rate speeds up. I press play.

Two

2018

There he is on my phone screen: Noah, with a closely trimmed beard and vivid blue eyes, sprawling in a chair. An interviewer-midtwenties, giggly, the kind of thin that I used to be before I left Hollywood and started eating bread-leans forward, almost panting with excitement. Her enthusiasm doesn’t faze him. He’s used to being worshipped.

“It’s so fun to be talking with you today about your adorable new film, Genius!” she says.

“Thanks for having me,” Noah replies.

The interviewer indicates the poster behind them, for some piece of CGI trash that will probably make a few hundred million dollars. “You voice a tech support worker who gets sucked into one of the computers he’s trying to fix, and I obviously want to hear all about how you got into character.”

Noah shoots her a charming smile. “It was tough, considering that my own tech skills max out at ‘try turning it off and on again.'”

“Aw, I’m sure that’s not true!”

“You’re right, it’s not,” he says, straight-faced. “I’m also good at putting things in rice.”

“So funny,” she gushes. “But before we talk more about the movie, my fourteen-year-old self would kill me if I didn’t ask you about The Daydreams.”

“Oh boy,” Noah says. “You sure you have to?”

“Us fans need closure, Noah!”

This happens sometimes, interviewers tossing him a softball question or two about the show before everyone moves on. (Not that I watch all of Noah’s interviews! I try to avoid them, because it generally makes me furious to watch everyone fawn over him like he’s a god descending from Mount Olympus. But it’s been a long thirteen years, and sometimes I’ve slipped up.)

The interviewer turns to the camera. “I think we can all agree that the live season-two finale got a little, can I say . . . messy?”

“Sure, ‘messy’ is a fair word for it.” Noah grins like he’s in on the joke. This has been his strategy since the show imploded. He gets to be in on the joke while the rest of us are the butt of it. Still, there are some things you don’t forget about a person if you used to be one of their best friends and also had a massive crush on them. Noah didn’t get nervous often-the world had been too kind to him-but when he did, he transferred his anxiety into the heel of his foot. I look down-it’s a wide shot-and sure enough, his foot is tapping away.

I’m certain he has a gentleman’s agreement with the outlet not to talk too much about this. Besides, we all signed something long ago that ensured we wouldn’t say anything to tarnish the Atlas brand, and any public comment about the finale that hasn’t been heavily workshopped with a team of publicists definitely risks tarnishing. But still, the interviewer plows on.

“The speculation was that, by the end of the finale, we were going to get all sorts of plot developments to launch us into a movie. Maybe some redemption for Kat, a solo for Liana, a big record deal for the band.”

Right after we’d all been cast, the show’s creator changed the characters’ names so that they were the same as our own. It was the savviest move he made, blurring the lines between fiction and reality like that. Our fans felt that we were playing versions of ourselves. That I actually did hate Summer. That Liana truly would do anything for her. And that Noah loved her in a pure, once-in-a-lifetime way. Some parts of that were true. But sometimes what happened behind the scenes was far beyond anything the censors would have allowed.

The interviewer continues. “But my fourteen-year-old self was most excited about the rumor that you and Summer were finally going to kiss, after coming so close all those times.” She starts ticking them off on her fingers. “The almost kiss at the homecoming dance, right before Kat cut in! The almost kiss at the school carnival, when Kat shut down the Ferris wheel! The almost-“

“You know them all by heart, huh?” Noah cuts in.

“Obviously. There was even a confusing almost kiss in the broadcast, right before Summer went off script. And then the network cut the feed, so we never saw the end! Millions of us viewers were devastated. The amount of time I spent on fan-fiction sites, trying to get some closure . . . well, it’s embarrassing. So can you please tell us more about what was supposed to happen?”

Noah swallows, still keeping that smile on his face. “You know, I can barely remember at this point. But what I do know is I’ll be forever grateful to The Daydreams for launching my career.” He deploys the Hollywood Pivot like a pro. “And speaking of, I can tell you more about Genius-“

“In a second! But first . . . we’re living in a time of reboots. So, what do you say? Would you ever consider coming back for a reunion, and giving fans the ending that they’ve wanted for thirteen years?”

What is this interviewer doing? Some assistant must have forgotten to brief her on the list of off-limits topics. Either that, or she has gone rogue in search of a headline, throwing caution to the wind to get her face all over the internet, gentleman’s agreement be damned. Noah’s publicist is never going to let her interview him again.

“I guess I’d say . . .” He pauses for probably only a few seconds, but it feels interminable. His heel taps so fast he could lead a Broadway revival of 42nd Street. Any other time, I’d love to watch him squirm in discomfort. But not now, not about this.

No no no, I think, even though I already know what his answer will be. He doesn’t really have a choice. This giggly, enthusiastic interviewer has fenced him in. Noah leans back and casually utters a sentence that is going to make my life very difficult. “If the other Daydreams want to come back, I do too.”

Three

2018

Unsurprisingly, an overzealous fan has already started a petition-Redo the Season Two Daydreams Finale!-and thousands of people have signed it. In the time it takes me to scan the body of it, another thousand people add their names.

Already knowing I’ll regret it, I pull up Twitter; #Daydreams
Reunion is trending. Amid the excited clamor, some people have posted GIFs from the disastrous finale: a slow zoom in on my shocked face, Noah looking like he’s holding back tears, Liana stopping her choreography mid-twirl.

And of course, one of the immutable laws of the internet, along with “Even the most innocent-seeming website is harvesting your data” and “If it exists, there is porn of it”: anytime The Daydreams trends, someone must post a clip of the last few seconds before the network cut the broadcast. There on the screen, captured forever, the curve of Summer’s breast emerges from the top of her cute yellow dress, and the online debate begins again-was that hint of something on her breast a shadow cast by the light, or was it her nipple?

Never fear, a bunch of horny guys have volunteered to solve the mystery over the last thirteen years, zooming in and diagramming Summer’s skin with the kind of fervor normally reserved for detectives tracking serial killers.

I stare at the conversation online-the sick curiosity, the concern for her, the occasional take that we should actually be judging Atlas, a corporation that makes kids famous and then rejects them the minute they grow up and show any hint of sexuality!-until I feel sick, panic threatening to cut off my air supply. Then I go into a meeting with another client, a big bank suit who’s being a stubborn ass about a contract demand. He regards me with a strange expression. Because I’m distracted, or because he’s been paying attention to the celebrity gossip?

I clear my throat, anchor myself back to Earth, and lay out a plan for how he can most effectively screw over the smaller company with whom he’s hoping to do business.

Yes, I know that corporate law is not the best place for a woman to go if she’s trying to avoid the “bitch” label. Let me be clear: I wanted to save the children and/or whales. But even though the do-gooder nonprofit jobs don’t pay well, they’re the hardest ones to get. A lot of lawyers want to feel like a good person for a couple of years before spending the rest of their careers defending pharmaceutical companies. I applied to ten of the do-gooder jobs and went through rounds of interviews only to get rejected from them all. I applied to one midsize corporate firm and got an offer the next week, so here I am.

Besides, once I make partner, things will change. My mentor, Irene, the most senior woman at the firm, started bringing in pro bono clients for herself the minute she got partner power. She assures me that I can do the same, and that I’m so close. Soon, I’ll be able to use the firm’s resources to help people who wouldn’t normally be able to afford our services. People trying to start their own business, say, who need protection from the predators lining up to take advantage of them. If I can make a real difference for even just a few people each year . . . the thought of that keeps me going. Thanks to The Daydreams, I know all too well what happens when the protectors are absent.

“Well,” the client says, when I’m done, “I’m glad I’ve got the mean girl on my side for this.” Celebrity gossip then. I grit my teeth in a smile as I usher him out the door.US

Additional information

Dimensions	0.7400 × 5.1700 × 7.9000 in
Imprint	Berkley
ISBN-13	09780593438190
ISBN-10	0593438191
Author	Laura Hankin
Audience	General / adult
BISAC	FIC043000, FIC071000
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Format	General Trade