“You’ll have to wait,” the makeup artist replied. Levi, Bristol, Willow, and Piper, who was 7, needed to be styled first.

The makeup artist shook her head slowly, always the sign of a power trip going on.

“They’ll be getting more airtime.”

Silence fell over the room. It was so quiet you could hear the sound of the reality check going on inside my head. I tried really hard to call upon Meggie Mac, my alter ego, the perfect, polite, and smiling daughter-of. But she failed to appear.

There was only one thing left to do: Go back to my room and do my hair and makeup myself.