Chapter 1

"Welcome to CelebTV.com's new televised show, CelebTV OnScene. I'm your host, Jada Gelson. Let's get started, we have so much to cover. First, tonight is the Golden Globe Awards and CelebTV has marked its territory on the Red Carpet in Los Angeles where our on-the-scene gal Maria Menendez is standing by. Maria?"

"Thanks, Jada. We are here at yet another exciting Golden Globes where stars from both television and film gather to celebrate their accomplishments and the entertainment industry. As you can see from behind me, the paparazzi have swarmed the scene waiting for the parade of stars to descend on the hottest place in Hollywood." Maria began.

"This year the entertainment industry looks to honor film legends' contributions from the likes of Jack Nicholson, Robert Redford and many others. But look for many newer faces to be honored, including Ellen Pompeo, Eva Longoria and Shia laBeouf. Also, many industry watchers are looking closely at a rising young star, an import from Brazil, whose fresh face has been lighting up the screen, in much the same way Penelope Cruz did many years ago. Of course, we are talking about none other than Joanne. Having already played supporting roles in films with relatively unknown actors, ya know, like Jude Law, Hugh Grant and Kate Hudson, Joanne is well on her way to making a name for herself here in Hollywood." Maria continued.

As Maria Menendez and other correspondents, photographers alike huddled at the edges of the red carpet, the string of black stretch limousines pulled up to the sidewalk. The first arrivals included the usual suspects, including Matt Damon. CelebTV's Maria Menendez and her cameraman were pacing the scene, hoping to catch a coveted interview with the up-and-coming Joanne. The opportunity was upon them as the door of one limo opened and the stunning Joanne stepped out into a lightning storm of flash bulbs and shouts from adoring fans. Not wasting a moment, Maria stepped forward to seize the coveted interview, a smiling and cooperative Joanne waiting, eager to gab.

As Maria motioned the young A-list actress to the side, away from the crush of activity, the two caught their breath as the cameraman readied. "Whew, that was quite a rush! I guess that describes the year you've had, or should I say two years. Just three years ago ... first, let me just say that strapless Vivienne Westwood gown you have on is stunning [Joanne nodded with gratitude] ... well, just three years ago, you were living in Brazil, taking bit parts in your native country's soap operas, like your favorite, Malhação! Fast forward to today, you just wrapped on a romantic comedy starring Ben Stiller, just moved to Hollywood in a decked out pad in the Hills and tonight your co-stars from your last two films are being honored here tonight. Not to mention, you just scored the starring role in the upcoming film adaptation of the comic novel, 'Prisha's Travels.' How has all this sudden fortune, change, whatever, affected you?" Maria gushed with excitement.

Smiling and giggling with shyness, Joanne composed herself, the modest young lady seldom the center of so much attention. "Well, first, thank you. I am so glad to be here, so honored to live in this wonderful country," Joanne offered softly in her native Brazilian accent. "There are so many people I want to thank, but mostly my parents, they are my biggest heroes and have helped all the way to where I am today! I couldn't have done it myself," Joanne replied as she settled comfortably into the interview.

"So, you're about to take on your first leading role in "Prisha's Travels." Tell us a little about it," Maria invited. "Well, it was good timing and everything. I received a phone call from, of all people, Beyonce, who was supposed to star in the movie, but because of her touring schedule, she suggested to her people and director Dennis Haddis that I would be a good stand-in. Well, first, I nearly screamed with excitement that Beyonce called me personally and just honored to be considered!" Joanne exclaimed. " I went online to to read Prisha Pattershandra's story and I was hooked. I read science fiction stories all the time, ya know, like '1984', so how could I refuse?

"Who else is in the movie?" Maria dutifully inquired. Smiling with glee, Joanne replied, "Some of my favorites. Rachel Bilson, Hilary Duff and one of the hottest guys around, Usher. "What attracted you to this role? Why pick this film as your first leading part?" Maria asked. "The story is pretty campy, in a lot ways like Robert Rodriguez's or Quentin Tarentino's films, but I also like that it explores the different characters' motivations in such a powerful and humorous way. Plus, some of the scenes are really funny. I can let my hair down playing a much less serious character than I've played in the past. Most of the roles I've taken have required I really transform emotionally and they were exhausting. Here, Dennis is letting me have fun as Prisha, I can bring my own style and quirkiness to the role. Best part is, Prisha still has to finish the last chapter, so all of us involved with the movie are dying to see how it ends. Doesn't being a 100' foot woman seem like so much fun?" Joanne asked rhetorically.

"Actually, it does. I could get so much done in a day." Maria playfully added as she asked, "When does filming begin?" Joanne, who was momentarily distracted as she waved to fans, replied, "Filming begins next month, on scene in Port Town, the actual location in the comic novel. Dennis assured me, even warned me, the special affects in this film are unlike any another in history. I can't wait!" Joanne exclaimed.

"Wow, sounds like Port Town had better brace itself," Maria said laughingly as Joanne began stepping away from the interview. "Oh, before you go, what is up with those rumors you're seeing soccer star Ronaldinho Gaucho? David Beckham's gomna be jealous" Maria teased. Joanne blushed as she giggled. "He's quite the soccer player," Joanne stubbornly taunted in return.

I

Except for the occasional song of birds and the gentle breezes wafting outside, a soothing quiet and calm and the usual hot L.A. sun greeted the morning. The cool white drapes that hovered over the floor-to-ceiling windows parted, giving way to an astounding view of the Los Angeles skyline from high up in the Hollywood Hills. The scenic cityscape view was the pleasure of the privileged few, one that came standard with this luxury residence Joanne called home

"Honey, its time to rise and shine," a beaming and bright-eyed Joanne prodded to the still-sleeping Ronaldinho, as she coaxed the bedroom's drapery on to the hooks on either end of the vast windows. Wrapped in nothing more than high-count thread sheets, Joanne tiptoed back over to the bed; she straddled Ron's mid-section, lowering her lips to kiss his firm chest, long dark hair brushing sensuously along his body. Ron slowly woke, Joanne playfully gyrating him to consciousness. "Honey, time to get up," Joanne whispered. "What time is it?" Ron asked as he yawned. "MMM, it's time to get up," Joanne sighed as she slowly kissed his chest, working her lips down to his stomach.

"That after-party last night was awesome. I had no idea you were so well connected. You even introduced me to Gwen Stefani! Funny, back in Brazil, I'm one of the most recognized sports stars around, and here it's like... 'and you are?'" Ron complained. Resting her chin atop folder arms on Ron's chest, Joanne mocked a sad face as she caressed his legs with her bare feet, reassuring, "My boy, this is America and soccer is no such big deal as is back home," Joanne giggled in broken English inspired from sleepiness. "Don't take it personally, and besides no one makes love like soccer players from Latin America. American guys should be jealous," Joanne added as she gently massaged Ron's thighs. "That's what I love about you, Joanne. Fabulous movie star, devout girlfriend and the greatest sense of humor." Ron joked. Smiling, as she placed a pillow between her head and his chest, Joanne asked, "Leaving anything out?" "Hmmm, the greatest lover?" Ron offered. "Hmmm, correct for the million dollar prize!" Joanne cooed, referencing the once-popular U.S. game show, "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?," as she kissed the muscular soccer star on the lips.

The sensuous sunny morning was broken by the ring tone on Joanne's cell; "Beautiful Liar," by Beyonce and Shakira rang out to signal a call. Halfway to the bathroom, Joanne instructed Ron to pick it up. Reaching over to the nightstand, Ron flipped open the diamond- encrusted cell, its bright screen causing Ron to squint. "It's from (626) 578-3404? Who is that?" Ron asked. "Oh, that's Amadeus Spa, the most luxurious, most pampering hippest spa in Beverly Hills. All the mags rave about it. I have a 9 O'clock appointment. First come the Swedish, then seaweed wrap, then the hot stone therapy followed by a nice long mud bath. So cool!" Joanne squealed from the bathroom sink as brushed her teeth. "You'll be there all day," Ron teased. "Uh, no. In fact you have to meet me for lunch at Bossa Nova at 212 South Beverly Drive at one, so write it down. We're meeting Salma for a congratulatory lunch. She just had girl ya know?" Joanne inquired with a raised voice from behind the closed bathroom door. "I have an afternoon appointment as well, the photo shoot for the film..." Joanne added.

Ron could be found flipping the channels on the television as Joanne emerged from the bathroom and stood nearby in a bathrobe drying and combing her long dark hair, rummaging through her extensive wardrobe for the look of the day. She chose a colorful sundress and some airy leather sandals, an appropriate repertoire for a sunny summer day in California. "You look super gorgeous today," Ron attested. Joanne beamed back with a smile.

"Honey, now we have a lunch date with Salma and her husband. It's very important that you be on time," Joanne reminded a semi- distracted Ron. "No problem, see ya," Ron bemoaned. Phone, Ray Ban sunglasses and her Gucci purse in tow, Jo made her way to the garage, her black Ferrari 599GTB waiting patiently to race her off to fabulous people and places. Joanne stepped on the clutch, gripped the shifter and thrust the throttle of the powerful machine with the same authority Danica Patrick displays on the Indy race circuit. First, second, then third gear saw her wind out of the private driveway, past the gated entrance and on to the winding road toward the familiar luxuriousness in Beverly Hills.

Parking her car in the lot adjacent the spa, Joanne made her way to the reception desk where a star-struck young receptionist greeted the young starlet with the glee of a girl at her sixteenth birth day party. Within seconds, the spa's owner Jacque Merceo stepped in to provide a heaping helping of hospitality. "How's my favorite customer today?" Jacque asked as he gave Joanne a peck on each cheek. "I want to introduce you to all our staff and give you a tour. We have the most enjoyable morning planned for you," he assured. Introductions were made to all masseurs, pedicurists, manicurists and other staff, all of whom were equally as friendly to the young woman. After exchanging pleasantries, Joanne changed into spa readiness, bathrobe all the gear she needed to abide by the rules of relaxation.

Three hours and several spa treatments later, Joanne was fully refreshed, dressed and ready for the rest of day. "Aaah," Joanne sighed as she exited the spa, heading to her car. Within five minutes, Joanne was at Bossa Nova, her boyfriend eagerly waiting. As Joanne entered the eatery, the host staff smiled hospitably at the easily recognizable star. " Madam, this way please. Your acquaintances are waiting," the maitre de beckoned with a Brazilian accent. "Hey! Omigod! It's good to see you again," Salma gleefully gabbed as she hugged and kissed Joanne. "Wow, exciting times. You look fantastic and no baby weight!" Jo complimented. "C'mon, please I have so much more to lose, but I'm making progress," Salma humbly confessed. After introducing their boyfriend and husband, respectively, Joanne gasped, "Gimme!, gimme!, I want to see pictures of the baby" Salma excitedly handed her a stack of the cutest pictures. "Aaaw, she's so cute!" Jo gushed. "I'm just glad the nanny's got her for the afternoon, I'm so exhausted." The two ladies chatted among themselves, talking about their lives in Mexico and Brazil and how different life is in America. The men pleasantly exchanged details about their lives. All of them shared ahi tuna and mixed green salads, which are among Joanne's favorites. "I wanted to thank you so much for lending me a hand in getting acquainted here in the U.S ... and for co-producing this movie," Joanne praised gratefully. "Your show, 'Ugly Betty' is so cute and funny," Joanne giggled.

Lunch ran late when Joanne and Ron politely excused themselves. "I have to be at Screen Gems Studios to photograph the movie poster for 'Prisha's Travels'. I'm totally excited and Dennis tells me the photographer and stage crew for this shoot are the best in the industry," Joanne said hurriedly as she and Ron made their way to the restaurant's exit. Joanne popped the Ferrari into fifth gear, breaking the speed limit to drop her beau off at the mansion (he wanted to sun by the pool). She then kicked the speed machine into sixth, racing at top speed to make it to the shoot on time, 'My Chemical Romance' at concert volume oozing from the car's stereo speakers, fueling the added adrenaline Joanne needed to navigate L.A. traffic.

The production crew at Screen Gem Studios was greeted with the squealing tires and growling exhaust of Joanne's racecar as it anxiously whirled into the parking lot. In a fit of rush, Joanne ran into the front door of the warehouse-like studio, apologizing for her tardiness. "You're early actually," the photo production director Liz Vella comforted. "Here, have some tea, juice or whatever and please, follow me to wardrobe and make-up," Liz soothingly invited to Joanne, who was still catching her breath. Jo was always careful and conscientious about meeting all her obligations and fulfilling promises ... on time. She was relieved to have been early and proud to give the sincere impression she really cared.

"Hello, I'm Dana, you're wardrobe and make-up helper, tech or whatever you want to call me," the friendly woman greeted the smiling actress. "Let's see, this should be easy, just a little teasing of the long dark hair, some accents around the eyes. And your face is so naturally beautiful, I don't think we need much work there," Dana praised. Thank you," Joanne responded. "Now, follow me. I want you to see your outfit for this shoot. Now, for this photo and the poster, the producers wanted a look that matched your style and that was both cute and eye catching. Your agent informed us you like what he referred to as an 'Evening at the Beach' style," Dana carefully confirmed, pointing to the white shorts and black bikini top hanging by themselves on the long clothing rack. "Ah, he was right. I love this look! It reminds me so much of when I visit Rio, the hot beaches of Ipanema and Copacabana. So cool."

After some time with the make-up and clothing folks, Joanne emerged onto the production set wrapped in a large white robe. Liz then introduced her to the rest of the crew and staff and then explained how the shoot was going to proceed. "Well, Joanne, Dennis has been highly complimentary of you and is delighted to have you as the star in his movie. Pointing to the twelve-foot by fifteen-foot miniature mock-up of a modern city in the middle of the soundstage just feet away, Liz explained further. "You're gonna have fun this afternoon. We've constructed this tiny city for the movie poster shoot; the last remaining element is you, Joanne. Now, I want you to take a deep breath, close your eyes for a minute and imagine that for the next couple of hours that you are no longer actress Joanne, but a towering 'Prisha, '" Liz advised a serious looking Joanne, taking in the instructions like the professional she was. "Consider it done. This model city should make it really easy for me to imagine being the 100 foot Prisha pretty easily," Joanne assured Liz.

Removing her thick white rob to reveal her outfit for the shoot, Liz took Joanne by the hand and guided her into the middle of the tiny city, production assistants helping to plant the actress' soft feet and pretty painted toes in the right spots on the model roadway among all the tiny cars, trucks, and lamp posts. Her left foot was placed beside a model eight wheeler that read "ACME Consolidated" on its miniature trailer. Her right foot was placed on one of the model's side streets, between a row of four-story town homes where tiny plastic people could be seen on sidewalks. Cars sat parked on the sides of the street, in precarious proximity to Joanne's lightly tapping toes. Production had the foresight of detail; adding mailboxes, trees, hydrants, power lines, billboards, stop signs and other traffic signals. Lights were added in homes and office buildings for an incredible sense of realism. She was now straddling an overpass filled with traffic as Joanne's freshly massaged and silky smooth legs rose up over the set, running the length of several miniature high-rise apartment and office buildings. Having positioned Joanne where they wanted her, 'Prisha' appeared to come to life precisely as the filmmakers had envisioned. "Wow, I feel so glamorous," Joanne confessed as she stood high above the make- believe metropolis, clasping a miniature car Liz had directed her to grip between her fingers. "You look the part and you're doing great!" Liz comforted. For the next two hours, Liz prodded Joanne in countless poses, capturing the essence of 'Prisha' as the photographer snapped his camera endlessly.

"See, the photos are incredible!" Liz boasted to Joanne as she sat in wardrobe after two hours of shooting. "I can't wait to show these to Dennis!" she continued. "Thank you so much. Your whole crew was fantastic and the photos are awesome, Joanne praised as she gently placed a hand on Liz's arm, a gesture of warmth characteristic of the generous and grateful actress.

"I'm so exhausted, I can't wait to get home and take a nice long bath," Joanne confided to Ron on her cell phone as she sped on home. It was now evening and Ron took the hint and prepared a luxurious bubble bath for the pooped starlet, being certain to add the right mix of bubbles, bath beads, oils and candles that Joanne routinely concocted to pamper herself. Ron pulled back the curtains that clothed the floor-to-ceiling windows that took up two of the walls of the bathroom. The large soaking tub sat in the corner where two of the windows merged at the corners, providing an almost 360 degree view of the City of Angels and its trademark lighted sky scrapers and patchwork of glistening lines of well lit streets and congested freeways. "Ugh! Almost forgot!," Ron mumbled to himself as he set the home's stereo surround to a relaxing volume, where the Shania Twain CD was programmed to lull the soon-arriving Joanne into a well-deserved state of lavishness.

III

"So, how was the rest of your day?" Ron asked as Joanne laid her head back on Ron's chest, both relaxing in the large soaking tub in the super high end digs high in the Hollywood Hills. "Even though I had that really cool spa treatment, that photo shoot took everything out of me. I mean, the set director had me stand in the middle of this tiny cityscape, I couldn't move until each shot was taken and my muscles are just plain sore," Joanne grumbled as she sponged her arms and legs, the panoramic LA nightscape in full view just outside the window. "So they had you posing as the character, 'Prisha, ' that girl from the novel?" Ron asked. "Yeah, it's a really cool role and Hilary Duff, Rachel Bilson and my fave, Usher are gonna be in it. Filming starts in two days and I can't wait to meet them." Ron sponged Joanne's back as the two were momentarily silent, taking in the calming soft background music, courtesy of Shania Twain.

Soothingly, Ron asked, "Now how are they making you into this super tall woman for the movie? Are they using some kind of special effects with computer graphics and stuff?" The sound of bath water splashing accompanied Joanne as she sighed into deep relaxation. "Nope. People don't know this yet, so don't tell anyone; the director's brought in some special people, not special effects, to make me into a real 100 foot 'Prisha'." An awkward silence emerged before Ron laughed, making fun, "Yeah right. No, really, how does the technology work?" Another sigh from Joanne crossed her lips as she gently slapped Ron's leg. "Silly boy, you should listen when a girl tells you something. When we start filming, its for real!" Joanne steadfastly insisted. "I don't believe it!" Ron jokingly argued as he put her arms around her and she said softly, "Even though you doubt me, you're still the man of my life and I love you like no other. Now, this is between us. Shhh." Joanne whispered.

The next day was a sad one. Joanne saw Ron off to the airport at LAX. Soccer season was about to begin and he needed to get back to the Brazilian National team. Their first game was against his former club, Paris Saint Germain in a little under a week and practice was mandatory. Now alone for a couple of days, Joanne retreated to her house, making time for lounging by the pool and catching up on 'The Lord of Rings' reading she had meant to do for awhile. She made several phone calls to friends and family as she lounged on a pool raft in her favorite orange bikini, reveling in the solitude before the hectic filming schedule began, reminiscing in her mind about all the friends she made back home in college and in her English courses.

Also, she now had time to peruse the 'People' cover article about her, chronicling her thoughts, past loves and her longing to visit her birthplace, Portugal. Joanne was intrigued how the article accurately conveyed that her recent divorce in July of this year was a peaceful one, largely brought on by the fact that her new-found fame made her grow distant from her husband, a well-renowned physician from her hometown, Presidente Prudente, Sao Paulo, Brazil. ""My divorce was the saddest thing I've ever had to go through, but I am grateful that my ex and I are still on speaking terms. He truly is a great man. The year and nine months we were married, for the most part were fulfilling. I just think my being on set all the time in so many locations really put a crimp on our need for togetherness," the article quotes Joanne as saying. On her birthplace, Portugal: "I've been there many times and I love the places and people of Portugal so much! It definitely feels like a second home for me. Brazil is my home, Portugal will always have a place in my heart" And lastly, on Hollywood and fame: "LA is so much fun, it match(es) my creative energy, spirit and need to meet exciting and interesting people. Americans are so friendly and nice. I love my new friends. But sometimes, people here are a little, what do you say in America? I think it 'Crazy'? here in California, but I'm adjusting. As I said, Brazil is my true home. Hollywood, California is my fun home."

After a couple days of rest, Joanne took an early morning chartered flight to Port Town, ready to begin a fresh project and expand her career to new heights. Landing in Port Town International at 10 AM, a fancy black limo had pulled up to the taxiing private jet, a tired Joanne exiting the plane for the chauffer-driven car. In the backseat, a private message of welcome from director Dennis Haddis, some caviar and crackers along with an assortment of drinks. The limo drove the star to the Ritz Carlton downtown, the hotel's general manager greeting the vehicle as it pulled into the portico, determined to provide Joanne every bit of privacy from leering fans.

Joanne made her way to the plush lobby uneventfully, the bell staff just behind with her scores of bags and suitcases. "Joanne!" a quiet voice nudged at her from a couple of feet away. "Dennis? How are you? It's so good to see you again" The two hugged and exchanged some polite words. "Hey, your agent, Darla is here and she has already checked you in and the staff here will see to you room," Dennis informed her. "Take an hour to freshen up. We're meeting with city officials to tour the many locations for filming. An hour later, Joanne met Dennis and several production staff in a private bar area in the lobby. Several press reporters and paparazzi were stalking the place, so Dennis planned for secure areas ahead of time. "Where are Usher, Hilary and the others?" Joanne asked, somewhat disappointed she had not seen them yet. "Oh, they're not coming for a couple of days. We're gonna film several of your scenes before they arrive," Dennis informed a deflated Joanne. The young actress knew from experience that filming occurs out of sequence to the final order of the scenes in the film. It all comes down to logistics, timing and the budget.

Several people, including Dennis, two production staff and Joanne's agent, Darla piled into a Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows. They drove to the Port Town Chamber of Commerce where they met with the Chamber's head of marketing, Paili Gold. The perky woman hopped into the Escalade, bestowing praise and thanks to everyone for choosing her city for filming, listing off all kinds of local economic benefits of filming on location and bragging about nearby attractions and the city's deep history. Joanne, for the moment, appeared withdrawn, yearning for Ron's closeness and companionship, but mainly she had jet lag.

"I read 'Prisha's Travels' and I'm ready to give everyone a tour of the locations in the story." The woman from the Chamber directed the driver along roadways adjacent the river, pointing to landmarks and street names synonymous with those chronicled in the well-known comic. Joanne perked up, the scenes coming to life as she recognized the landscape from description she too read about. That night, Joanne and the crew had a quiet dinner together before Joanne retired for the evening. Making a quick call to her beloved parents for moral support and a pick-me-up, sleep overcame the tired actress; a well needed cure for her jet lag.

The 7 AM wake-up call seemed to come five minutes after her head hit the pillow, the phone's disturbing ring rattling Joanne's every nerve. Rolling grudgingly out of bed for a quick shower, Jo fit into to some sweats and sneaks, having a quick workout in the hotel's private executive fitness center before breakfast provided by room service.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Port Town...

"Everyone on the ground! No one make a f*cking move!" the robbers shouted to the lines of people at Sixth Federal Savings Bank. Five men and one woman, masked and wearing uniform black clothing had stormed this, the third largest consumer bank branch in the nation. The bank was well know for carrying large amounts of cash and thousands of deposit boxes filled with treasured bearer bonds and jewelry. The robbers were on a mission. It was 8:30 AM and the masked intruders had all day. Stunned and shocked bank customer and staff alike obeyed the orders, lying face down, emptying their pockets of their wallets and other valuables. Tellers were immediately ordered to begin unlocking safes and emptying deposit drawers as the thieves busied themselves disconnecting cameras and barricading doors.

IV

"When we return, our fashion correspondent, Rachel Eston, is going to take your calls. Before that, let's ask Rachel about her latest collection ... um ... just one minute ... um. My producers are telling me that we have some breaking news out of Port Town. I'm sorry, Rachel, we'll get back to you in a little bit. But let's join CND's own Allison Anwar for this breaking news..." (Studio monitor lights up with local reporter Allison Anwar as she stands near Highway 656 in Port Town).

"I understand there are two breaking stories here this morning?" the morning news anchor asked. "Yes, Deborah. The city of Port Town has awakened to disturbing events. "Well, this is big, I mean really big news!' Allison emphasized as she gushed. "Deborah, ya know all that publicity about Brazilizian actress, Joanne's new role in 'Prisha' Travels — The Movie? Turns out, the film producers had more in store for special effects than anyone could have anticipated. Well, around 9:30 AM local time here ... and I'm not making this up. As you can see form the video streaming across the screen, Joanne, a rather tall Joanne, for that matter appeared at one of the on-ramps to Highway 656 while filming her new movie. Drivers were, as you might imagine, very distracted, instantly causing countless fender benders and as you can see, traffic is now snarled for miles. Here, let's show you something else (video surveys the large sinkholes where Joanne is reaching in plucking out cars). Her sheer enormity just completely caved in the road near where she stood, cars and people cascading in to the hole. In this part of the video, you can see that the nearby overpass, that people abandoned their cars, escaping what police have told me was a weakening bridge that began swaying just from the cracks in the adjacent roadway."

"Wait a minute, you're telling me that the bridge is collapsing? And Joanne caused this by just walking nearby? " Deborah wanted to clarify. "You are right. To give you some perspective, Joanne's feet are just a little bigger than an average car, so you can imagine just how powerful she is. Let's put it this way, I'm standing a half- mile from her and I can feel the ground shake and nearby cars wobble whenever her feet shuffle" Allison reported. "My goodness, it looks like she's standing among a bunch of toys! What's happening now? How tall is Joanne, do authorities know? Deborah followed on. "They estimate her height at around 120 feet. And right now, police are trying to rescue people trapped in cars, and as you can see Joanne is being rather helpful, right-siding many overturned vehicles and pulling people to safety with her fingers. No reports of serious injuries so far. There's much more to come on this story, I assure you, Deborah," Allison said.