"It"s make-believe," Lindsey retorted. "Do we use our real names?" "VJaaaaaaaaahhhhhh I" squawked the baby monitor. Dawn had never been so happy to hear a screaming toddler.
"It"s Ryan. I"ll go!" Dawn bolted from the table and flew inside. As she walked into the bedroom, Ryan was rubbing his eyes and whining. Marnie was still fast asleep.
"Hi, sweetheart," Dawn said, picking Ryan up. "Bad dream?" Ryan nuzzled his face into Dawn"s shoulder. She brought him into the kitchen. Through the window she heard Buddy"s voice: "Yes-you-are-right-Kristy-I-will-never-do-that-again." He sounded as if he were speaking English for the first time.
"THAT"S okay, Buddy. Heh heh. Kids will be kids," replied Kristy in her radio voice. "And did YOU get the MARKER stains off the WALL, Taylor?" "Why are you talking so weird, Kristy?" Taylor asked.
Dawn couldn"t help giggling. Ryan started giggling, too.
"Dawn?" Kristy called out.
Uh-oh.
"In here!" Dawn replied.
"Can you help us a little?" With Ryan in one arm, Dawn trudged outside.
I was at Ash"s house that afternoon, for a planning meeting. When I arrived home, my answering machine was flashing. The message was from Kristy: "Claud. Guess what? I have the most fantastic idea for a regular feature. You will laugh your head off. It is so perfect. Call me soon so I can set up an audition. Otherwise, I may submit it to another station. Okay, "bye." Another station? Please.
Auditions were going to begin on Monday. I hoped desperately that Kristy"s play was good.
Chapter 7.
"A whole newwww worrrrrrld. ..." Ashley and I listened patiently as a little girl with braided hair sang meekly along with the soundtrack of Aladdin. Her mom sat a few feet behind her, grinning at us.
Ashley casually wrote something on the le- gal pad in front of her. She slid it to me and I read it.
Just as nonchalantly, I wrote Ashley looked puzzled. I realized I"d goofed, so I grabbed the sheet back and cpickly wrote an E after the R.
It was Monday afternoon, about four-thirty.
We were sitting in the WSTO conference room, listening to auditions.
Lots of auditions.
The waiting room was packed with nervous kids and parents. Some had to wait outside in the parking lot.
They were lining up-for my show! I felt like a Hollywood director.
How had we become so popular? The power of advertising. During the week, Ash and I had put up some fliers around town. Bob had announced the auditions regularly on the air, just as he"d said he would. By Friday, kids were stopping me in the school hallways to ask questions.
Bob had called me on Sunday to say that every single audition slot had been filled. That"s one every six minutes, for an hour and a half on Monday and two and a half hours on Tuesday. Forty people were trying out. Plus, he had started a waiting list, which had grown to twelve names.
"You guys are the hottest thing in town!" Bob had said over the phone.
My response? Something like, "Eeeeeeeee!" Then I"d called Ashley. She"d said, "Indeed? What pleasant news." Just kidding. Her response had been more like, "Yahhh-hooooo!" Yes, Ashley was loosening up. (Finally.
Yeeeaaa!) Monday pa.s.sed in a blur. Ash and 1 met after school, and her mom drove us to the station. That was when it really sank in. The parking lot was full. The waiting room was full. We had to weave through all the excited kids who were signing up. They whispered excitedly behind our backs as we pa.s.sed.
We ran into the conference room and burst into giggles.
"Aaaaugh!" I screamed. "Can you believe this?" Ash started doing some kind of Irish jig.
"Okay. Okay. Let"s settle down," 1 said. "Right." Ash took deep breaths. "Settle.
Down." Bob had set up a table and two chairs at the far end of the room. On it was a sheet with typed instructions: Remember: *Be fair. Keep All Auditions to tne Allotted Six Minutes.
*Do Not Make Promises Yet. Tell Everyone You"ll Call on Tuesday Night, After You"ve Made Your Decisions.
*Write Detailed Comments on Separate Sheets. Suggestion: Rate Each Contestant 1 (Lowest) to 10 (Highest) and Compare Scores. *Keep Smiling! Best of Luck, Bob It was all stuff we"d discussed over the weekend. But I was glad he had typed it out. I was too nervous to remember any of it on my own.
"Ready and smiling," Ashley said, with this ridiculous, ear-to-ear grin.
I nearly cracked up. (I take back what I said about Ash"s sense of humor.) Soon Bob sent in auditioner number one, a girl named Lisa who started singing - you guessed it - "A Whole New World." In some unknown key. Q, maybe. Her face turned bright red every time she went for a high note. I stopped listening to the song and started worrying about her health.
Next, a pair of sixth-grade boys performed a comedy routine called, "Frank and Tim Visit Broadway." It went something like this: Frank: Hey, want to see Tommy?
Tim: Who"s Tommy?
Frank: Right.
Tim: Tommy Wright?
Frank: No, Who"s Tommy! Tim: That"s what I asked you! Frank: Never mind. How about Cats?
Tim: Oh, Tommy Katz! Why didn"t you tell me?
And so on. You get the idea. Actually, it was pretty funny. 1 gave them a score of 8.
The third auditioner was a girl who could say anything backward instantly. She introduced herself as Nottus Haras (Sarah Sutton) and started pointing around the room, saying things like "enohporcim" and "tenibac elif." When 1 said "Wow, that"s amazing," she replied, "Sknaht." 1 liked her. (1 hoped Yelhsa did too.) Number four sang "A Whole New World." Unfortunately she sang it all on one note.
Seven-year-old Rosie Wilder, a BSC charge who has about a million different talents, played the coolest tune on the violin. It started out as cla.s.sical, then turned into a medley of TV show themes. It was terrific, I thought.
So far, so good.
Then we heard our third "Whole New World," by Linny Papadakis, another of our charges. This was the loudest rendition so far. In fact, he kind of barked the lyrics. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ashley cringing.
On and on we went.
A chorus of little kids sang the theme song from "Shining Time Station." They were adorable.
We had three proposals for call-ins, all from SMS students: (1) "Bike Advice," by Pete Black and Erica Blumberg; (2) "Fashion Tips," by Sue Archer; and (3) "What"s Happening This Weekend," by c.o.kie Mason.
And of course, the fourth "Whole New World"er, whom I mentioned before.
Near the very end, a boy with a skull mask walked in. In a husky voice, he introduced himself as Oswald McBelch and started burping on pitch (more or less) to "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." I thought Ashley was going to have a cow.
"Alan Gray, is that you?" I demanded.
It was. Giggling hysterically, Alan ran out of the room, almost colliding with two frightened-looking girls in party dresses.
See what I mean? He is such a goon.
Despite Alan, we had a fantastic day. Tuesday started out well, too. We saw a kazoo band and a pair of girls named Julie and Jennifer who sang this hilarious song called "Friendship," which I"d once seen on an I Love Lucy show. A couple of other kids proposed a movie-review segment like At the Movies, and a trio of high school kids told ghost stories, complete with spooky sound effects.
Then Kristy arrived, with the Barrett/DeWitt kids.
Dawn, fortunately, had bailed out of the play by this time.
"Hi, Claudia!" Suzi and Taylor cried out, running through the door.
"We have a play!" Madeleine said.
"Duh," Buddy remarked.
Kristy was taking off her running shoes. "Okay, actors," she called out, "take your places!" The kids wandered around, looking at the file cabinets and framed photos on the wall. Madeleine found the water cooler and was busy trying to work it.
"Here we go," Kristy went on. "Ahem. A Messy Problem, a play auth.o.r.ed by Kristy Thomas." With one running shoe in each hand, she pounded on the table top. "These are footsteps," she explained. Then she stopped pounding and called out, "h.e.l.lO, anybody HOME?" No answer.
Knock knock knock! "Buddy," she whispered.
Buddy was reading the inscription on an autographed photo. He spun around. "Oh! Uh, yeah. Come in. Claudia, who"s the guy in the basketball uniform?" "Buddyyyy, the playl" Suzi said.
Buddy rolled his eyes. "Come in, Kristy!" "OH my GOODNESS, LOOK at the muddy FOOTPRINTS on the CARPET!" "AAAGGGGGH!" Suzi"s scream almost made me lose my lunch.
Madeleine choked on her cup of water. She began coughing and sputtering. Ashley and I bolted up from the table and ran to her.
The door flew open. Mr. Bullock rushed in and asked, "Is everything all right?" "Fine, fine," said Kristy. "It"s part of my play." "Oh. Sorry." Mr. Bullock ducked out.
Well, I don"t need to go into the gruesome details, except to say that Madeleine recovered but refused to partic.i.p.ate, Buddy kept looking at the pictures, Taylor "went up" on one of his lines and burst into tears, and Kristy insisted on pounding her sneakers on the table every time someone in the play needed to walk.
By the end of six minutes, clumps of dried dirt were sprinkled all over the table, Kristy was scolding Buddy, and the play itself had barely started.
"Uh, Kristy," I said politely. "Time"s up." I expected her to argue, but she didn"t. Instead she said, "Well, you get the main idea, Claud. What time will we be on?" Ashley and I exchanged a look. "Uh, we"re notifying everybody tonight," I said.
"One way or the other," Ashley added.
Kristy nodded solemnly. "Right. I guess you have to say that, huh? Okay, see you. Come on, guys!" Sneakers in hand, she padded out of the office, with the five Barrett/DeWitts behind her, all shouting good-bye.
That evening, Ashley and I met in my room. I broke out a bag of caramel-flavored popcorn rice cakes and a box of Oreos. We spread out our audition notes on the bed.
"Okay," I said. "The first "Whole New World" girl?" "Very shy." Ashley sighed. "You know, I think this rating system is so ... dehumaniz-ing." "I gave her a two," I said.
"Me, too." "How about "Frank and Tim Visit Broadway"?" I asked. "I thought they were funny." Ashley rolled her eyes. "Bo-ring. Another two." "I liked them. I said eight." "Well, you"re the boss." Why did she have to say that?
"Urn, how about Sarah the backward talker?" I asked.
"Weird kid," Ashley said. "I can see how that would appeal to a ma.s.s audience, but I said three. You can"t seriously think ..." I showed her the 10 I"d written on my sheet.
"No way!" Ashley said.
I thought for a moment. "Yaw!" I replied.
Ashley looked at me blankly.
"Way, backward?" I said.
"Oh. Ha ha." Well, by the time we had finished, we"d disagreed on about half the performers. One that we agreed on a hundred percent was Kristy.
The play was out.
And guess who had to tell her?
Chapter 8.
"You what?" I knew Kristy wasn"t going to take rejection lightly. She was the last person I called Tuesday night.
"Kristy/" I explained patiently, "we felt the play would be a little too long, and - " "It"s exactly fifteen minutes." "Uh-huh. But - " "If you want, we can cut it. No problem." "It"s just that, well, some of the kids don"t seem . . . ready." Kristy took a deep breath. "Yeah. I guess they were a little rambunctious. But you are going to have more auditions, right?" "Sure. We haven"t filled up the whole month." "All riiight. "Bye." I could practically hear her mind working. I knew we hadn"t heard the last of Kristy Thomas.
Now for the hard part.
We"d accepted about ten acts. But we could only use four of them in the first show. Plus we needed to choose a theme.
(We should have chosen the theme first. That would have made it easier to pick the acts. Of course, we hadn"t thought of that.) On Wednesday Ashley walked home with me from school. Before the BSC members arrived, we"d have time for a planning session.
Over snacks, of course. No sense starving while you"re planning.
Ashley crunched away on some Doritos. I, meanwhile, was savoring a Chunky.
"So how do we do this theme thing?" I asked.
Ashley swallowed before speaking. " "Do this . . . theme thing"?" she repeated, as if I"d just said something in baby talk.
"Yeah. Like, let"s say we pick a theme. You know, fashion, or art. How do we fit in Sarah the backward talker?" "Well," Ashley said with a smile, "I wasn"t the one who wanted to use her." Ooh, I wanted to slap Ashley. But I didn"t. I was calm and cool. She was my a.s.sistant. She didn"t have to be my best friend.
"Friendship," I said. It was the first word that popped into my mind. "Like the song Julie and Jennifer sang. How about that for a theme?" Ashley frowned. "Well, it was only one song." "I know. But we could, like, build the show around the song. You know, have the guests talk about what friendship means to them." "I don"t know - " "No solo acts for this show - just twos and threes. Then they can talk about their friend- ships." "How it affects their artistry." "Exactly." (In Ashley-esque terms.) Ashley shrugged and gave me a well, you"re the boss look. You know what? I didn"t care. I was the boss.