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advantage when the girls aren't even going to be here to bug the other team?"
Skidding across the ice in a pair of high-tops, Bruno joined the group. "I'm
more worried about the dance Friday night. I mean, if The Fish and Miss
Scrimmage are at war, they may just call it off."
Larry shook his head. "He was thinking of canceling, but in the end, he's
going to let us go. I overheard him say to Mrs. Davis that we need to let off
steam, what with the excitement of the movie and all."
The faroff look was once again in Jordie Jones' world-renowned eyes. "A
dance. I'd sure love to get in on something like that."
Boots stared at him. "You? Are you crazy? Those girls would tear you to
pieces in five seconds! You might as well just jump into a tank filled with
piranhas! You should have seen them the night they got me!"
Jordie tried a quick stop, almost losing his balance. "Yeah, I know. But
still, it would be great. Would you guys believe I've never danced with
anybody before?"
"Wait a second," said Wilbur. "I saw you in a movie dancing with this girl in
a huge ballroom, and I remember thinking you were the luckiest kid alive."
Larry snapped his fingers. "I saw that, too. Man, she was beautiful!"
"Who cares abouther ?" scoffed Wilbur. "In the background you could see the
most amazing buffet! The dessert table alone was a monument like the
pyramids!"
Jordie dismissed this with a wave of his hand. "That doesn't count. I
wasworking ."
"Nice work if you can get it," grinned Larry.
"Just because it looks like I'm enjoying myself in a movie," said the actor,
"doesn't mean I reallyam . I mean, when I dance with someone, or kiss someone,
it isn'tfun . I approach it the way you guys might solve a math problem."
"You mean wrong?" asked Pete, confused.
"Like a job. I'm getting paid, the girl's getting paid, the sixty technicians
watching us are getting paid, and we all work together to make the scene as
real as possible. But adance no script, no crew, just people dancing because
theywant to " His face fell. "Boots is right. It's impossible."
"Remember the science-fiction movie where you danced with the three-headed
alien girl to steal the nuclear code to break your parents out of a tritium
cell?" Pete inquired. "Well do three-headed aliens get more money than
normal actors?"
Bruno looked thoughtful. "You know," he began slowly, "maybe you couldn't go
to Scrimmage's as Jordie Jones, but what if you were somebody else?"
"I don't get it," said Larry. "How could he be somebody besides himself?"
Bruno grinned. "With the magic of Hollywood."
"Hey this doesn't involve me sleeping in a trailer, does it?" asked Boots
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warily.
His roommate ignored him. "Cutesy," he asked the star, "do you have any
connections in makeup?"
6. The Royal Sneeze
On Friday night, the lights shone in the makeup trailer long after Seth
Dinkman had stopped the day's filming. A single cosmetics expert labored over
a young client.
Finally the door opened, and the boy stepped out onto the dark campus, waving
his thanks inside. But instead of heading to the heart of the village of
trailers on the east lawn, he ventured off to the Macdonald Hall dormitories.
He entered the third building and walked through the crowded hallway,
receiving only a few curious glances. Approaching room 306, he reached out and
knocked smartly.
"Yeah?" came Bruno's voice from within.
"Sir," replied the boy formally, with just a trace of an accent, "is this the
address at which one must present oneself for participation in tonight's
social activities?"
Bruno threw the door open and stared in shock. "Holy cow!Cutesy ? No way!"
Boots appeared over his shoulder. Awed, he merely whispered, "Jordie?'
The figure in front of them looked almost nothing like Jordie Jones, the
famous actor. His fair complexion had been darkened with makeup, and his blond
hair was completely covered by an authentic silk turban. Although he wore his
regular clothes, the look was completely different, because shadow had been
applied to soften the chiselled features of his face. He looked plumper,
rounder. But thepiece de resistance was the eyes Jordie's famous baby blues
were now a dark, dark brown.
He bowed formally. "At your service."
"But your face!" Boots stammered. "Youreyes!"
"Contact lenses," the actor replied in his normal voice. "And the turban is
left over fromRedhead in Arabia . I figure we can tell the girls I'm the son
of some sheik or prince or something."
"With that accent, they'll never know it's you," promised Bruno in awe. "Come
on, it's time to go."
Most of the three-hundred-odd Macdonald Hall senior students were swarming on
the front lawn, just beginning to trickle across the highway to Miss
Scrimmage's. Not wanting to be among the first to arrive, Bruno, Boots, and
Jordie hung back by the flagpole. There they met Wilbur, Larry, Sidney, Pete,
and Mark. Elmer never went to school dances, as his throat always closed up in
the presence of girls. Tonight he was focusing his telescope on a small pulsar
in the constellation of Cygnus, and ignoring the whole thing.
Taking his place in the group was slight, skinny Calvin Fihzgart. This was
Calvin's first school dance, and he had proclaimed himself the world's
greatest ladies' man for the occasion.
"Those chicks had better watch out!'' he declared, spraying his body
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liberally with cologne. He already smelled like the wreckage of an exploded
perfume factory. "There are going to be a lot of hearts broken tonight!"
Boots pointed at Calvin. "What's he doing here?"
Larry shrugged. "He just showed up and started babbling. I think he's nervous
about his first dance."
"Nervous? Are you nuts?" roared Calvin. "I just hope I don't get any jealous
boyfriends coming after me!" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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advantage when the girls aren't even going to be here to bug the other team?"
Skidding across the ice in a pair of high-tops, Bruno joined the group. "I'm
more worried about the dance Friday night. I mean, if The Fish and Miss
Scrimmage are at war, they may just call it off."
Larry shook his head. "He was thinking of canceling, but in the end, he's
going to let us go. I overheard him say to Mrs. Davis that we need to let off
steam, what with the excitement of the movie and all."
The faroff look was once again in Jordie Jones' world-renowned eyes. "A
dance. I'd sure love to get in on something like that."
Boots stared at him. "You? Are you crazy? Those girls would tear you to
pieces in five seconds! You might as well just jump into a tank filled with
piranhas! You should have seen them the night they got me!"
Jordie tried a quick stop, almost losing his balance. "Yeah, I know. But
still, it would be great. Would you guys believe I've never danced with
anybody before?"
"Wait a second," said Wilbur. "I saw you in a movie dancing with this girl in
a huge ballroom, and I remember thinking you were the luckiest kid alive."
Larry snapped his fingers. "I saw that, too. Man, she was beautiful!"
"Who cares abouther ?" scoffed Wilbur. "In the background you could see the
most amazing buffet! The dessert table alone was a monument like the
pyramids!"
Jordie dismissed this with a wave of his hand. "That doesn't count. I
wasworking ."
"Nice work if you can get it," grinned Larry.
"Just because it looks like I'm enjoying myself in a movie," said the actor,
"doesn't mean I reallyam . I mean, when I dance with someone, or kiss someone,
it isn'tfun . I approach it the way you guys might solve a math problem."
"You mean wrong?" asked Pete, confused.
"Like a job. I'm getting paid, the girl's getting paid, the sixty technicians
watching us are getting paid, and we all work together to make the scene as
real as possible. But adance no script, no crew, just people dancing because
theywant to " His face fell. "Boots is right. It's impossible."
"Remember the science-fiction movie where you danced with the three-headed
alien girl to steal the nuclear code to break your parents out of a tritium
cell?" Pete inquired. "Well do three-headed aliens get more money than
normal actors?"
Bruno looked thoughtful. "You know," he began slowly, "maybe you couldn't go
to Scrimmage's as Jordie Jones, but what if you were somebody else?"
"I don't get it," said Larry. "How could he be somebody besides himself?"
Bruno grinned. "With the magic of Hollywood."
"Hey this doesn't involve me sleeping in a trailer, does it?" asked Boots
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warily.
His roommate ignored him. "Cutesy," he asked the star, "do you have any
connections in makeup?"
6. The Royal Sneeze
On Friday night, the lights shone in the makeup trailer long after Seth
Dinkman had stopped the day's filming. A single cosmetics expert labored over
a young client.
Finally the door opened, and the boy stepped out onto the dark campus, waving
his thanks inside. But instead of heading to the heart of the village of
trailers on the east lawn, he ventured off to the Macdonald Hall dormitories.
He entered the third building and walked through the crowded hallway,
receiving only a few curious glances. Approaching room 306, he reached out and
knocked smartly.
"Yeah?" came Bruno's voice from within.
"Sir," replied the boy formally, with just a trace of an accent, "is this the
address at which one must present oneself for participation in tonight's
social activities?"
Bruno threw the door open and stared in shock. "Holy cow!Cutesy ? No way!"
Boots appeared over his shoulder. Awed, he merely whispered, "Jordie?'
The figure in front of them looked almost nothing like Jordie Jones, the
famous actor. His fair complexion had been darkened with makeup, and his blond
hair was completely covered by an authentic silk turban. Although he wore his
regular clothes, the look was completely different, because shadow had been
applied to soften the chiselled features of his face. He looked plumper,
rounder. But thepiece de resistance was the eyes Jordie's famous baby blues
were now a dark, dark brown.
He bowed formally. "At your service."
"But your face!" Boots stammered. "Youreyes!"
"Contact lenses," the actor replied in his normal voice. "And the turban is
left over fromRedhead in Arabia . I figure we can tell the girls I'm the son
of some sheik or prince or something."
"With that accent, they'll never know it's you," promised Bruno in awe. "Come
on, it's time to go."
Most of the three-hundred-odd Macdonald Hall senior students were swarming on
the front lawn, just beginning to trickle across the highway to Miss
Scrimmage's. Not wanting to be among the first to arrive, Bruno, Boots, and
Jordie hung back by the flagpole. There they met Wilbur, Larry, Sidney, Pete,
and Mark. Elmer never went to school dances, as his throat always closed up in
the presence of girls. Tonight he was focusing his telescope on a small pulsar
in the constellation of Cygnus, and ignoring the whole thing.
Taking his place in the group was slight, skinny Calvin Fihzgart. This was
Calvin's first school dance, and he had proclaimed himself the world's
greatest ladies' man for the occasion.
"Those chicks had better watch out!'' he declared, spraying his body
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liberally with cologne. He already smelled like the wreckage of an exploded
perfume factory. "There are going to be a lot of hearts broken tonight!"
Boots pointed at Calvin. "What's he doing here?"
Larry shrugged. "He just showed up and started babbling. I think he's nervous
about his first dance."
"Nervous? Are you nuts?" roared Calvin. "I just hope I don't get any jealous
boyfriends coming after me!" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]