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Studios on time without having to get up before dawn. We had moved in just last night and I hadnât got used to it yet, including the position of the bed in an unfamiliar room.
Tentatively I dangled my toes over the other side of the bed until they reached the soft pile carpet. I rubbed my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the gloom. Eventually I could see a thin sliver of light under thebedroom door. Mum was already up, probably making me a good breakfast even though she knew I would be too nervous to eat it. How could I ever eat anything when it was my first day on set?
My first day on set. On a film set. I kept saying the words over and over again in my mind, but it still didnât seem real. In fact, nothing had seemed especially real since that afternoon in Ms Lighthouseâs office when I found out I had got the part.
First there had been the congratulations.
When I left that day the whole school had cheered me off, clapping and whistling as I went. Everybody was acting as if theyâd been my best friends for years. Menakshi had grabbed me, hugged and kissed me. Jade had told me she knew I was going to get the part and she couldnât think who deserved it more. And gradually, as I had collected all my things, word spread from class to class and people came out into the corridor and followed me as I made my way out of the building. Everyone followed me clapping and cheering, including Danny, holding my hand. All of themâeveryoneâacting as if they were my best and oldest friends. All ofthem, that is, except for my actual best and oldest friend, Nydia, who followed the parade but hardly looked at me, let alone said anything nice.
As we reached the front entrance of the academy I saw that Art Dubrovnik and Imogene Grant were waiting in the Rolls Royce.
âWe thought weâd give you a lift home,â Mr Dubrovnik said.
âWow!â I said. Danny hugged me tightly and kissed me briefly on the mouth.
âIâm so proud of you, Ruby,â he said, smiling. âCall me later, yeah?â I nodded and turned to Nydia.
âI meant what I said,â I told her, leaning closer to her so that she could hear me.
âI know you did,â she said, but her voice was stiff. She smiled briefly and squeezed my hand. âYouâll be great, Ruby, you always are.â
And as Mr Dubrovnik and Imogene Grant took me home in the red Rolls Royce to break the news to my mum, maybe all of the school was out waving and cheering as we drove off.
âThey love you,â Imogene Grant said, smiling at me.
âNo, it must be you,â I said. âBig film star.â
âCanât be me,â she said, laughing, and as I looked at her I noticed she had her orange wig and glasses on again.âIâm just Lisa Wells,â she said, and we laughed together.
Me and Imogene Grant laughing in the back of a red Rolls Royce convertible. Now if thatâs not unreal I donât know what is.
When Mum found out there was crying and gushing and smiling, and picking up pairs of discarded shoes and chucking them hurriedly in cupboards as she showed an A-list film star and director into her living room as if those kind of people dropped round at least three times a week. When Dad arrived a few minutes later he wasnât much better. He kept picking me up and hugging me, ruffling my hair so much I thought Iâd end up having to wear the wig. And he kept staring at Imogene Grant, I mean literally gawping at her. Which was fair, I supposed, as Mum had done the same thing to Jeremy Fort earlier that day, but it was still embarrassing. The adults talked and talked about how things would work out while I just sat and let it all go on above my head. I was still in shock.
Then there was the money.
Mum and Dad had agreed my Kensington Heights contracts in the past, but with this, Sylvia Lighthouse herself got involved because she really understood the complexities of the
Tentatively I dangled my toes over the other side of the bed until they reached the soft pile carpet. I rubbed my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the gloom. Eventually I could see a thin sliver of light under thebedroom door. Mum was already up, probably making me a good breakfast even though she knew I would be too nervous to eat it. How could I ever eat anything when it was my first day on set?
My first day on set. On a film set. I kept saying the words over and over again in my mind, but it still didnât seem real. In fact, nothing had seemed especially real since that afternoon in Ms Lighthouseâs office when I found out I had got the part.
First there had been the congratulations.
When I left that day the whole school had cheered me off, clapping and whistling as I went. Everybody was acting as if theyâd been my best friends for years. Menakshi had grabbed me, hugged and kissed me. Jade had told me she knew I was going to get the part and she couldnât think who deserved it more. And gradually, as I had collected all my things, word spread from class to class and people came out into the corridor and followed me as I made my way out of the building. Everyone followed me clapping and cheering, including Danny, holding my hand. All of themâeveryoneâacting as if they were my best and oldest friends. All ofthem, that is, except for my actual best and oldest friend, Nydia, who followed the parade but hardly looked at me, let alone said anything nice.
As we reached the front entrance of the academy I saw that Art Dubrovnik and Imogene Grant were waiting in the Rolls Royce.
âWe thought weâd give you a lift home,â Mr Dubrovnik said.
âWow!â I said. Danny hugged me tightly and kissed me briefly on the mouth.
âIâm so proud of you, Ruby,â he said, smiling. âCall me later, yeah?â I nodded and turned to Nydia.
âI meant what I said,â I told her, leaning closer to her so that she could hear me.
âI know you did,â she said, but her voice was stiff. She smiled briefly and squeezed my hand. âYouâll be great, Ruby, you always are.â
And as Mr Dubrovnik and Imogene Grant took me home in the red Rolls Royce to break the news to my mum, maybe all of the school was out waving and cheering as we drove off.
âThey love you,â Imogene Grant said, smiling at me.
âNo, it must be you,â I said. âBig film star.â
âCanât be me,â she said, laughing, and as I looked at her I noticed she had her orange wig and glasses on again.âIâm just Lisa Wells,â she said, and we laughed together.
Me and Imogene Grant laughing in the back of a red Rolls Royce convertible. Now if thatâs not unreal I donât know what is.
When Mum found out there was crying and gushing and smiling, and picking up pairs of discarded shoes and chucking them hurriedly in cupboards as she showed an A-list film star and director into her living room as if those kind of people dropped round at least three times a week. When Dad arrived a few minutes later he wasnât much better. He kept picking me up and hugging me, ruffling my hair so much I thought Iâd end up having to wear the wig. And he kept staring at Imogene Grant, I mean literally gawping at her. Which was fair, I supposed, as Mum had done the same thing to Jeremy Fort earlier that day, but it was still embarrassing. The adults talked and talked about how things would work out while I just sat and let it all go on above my head. I was still in shock.
Then there was the money.
Mum and Dad had agreed my Kensington Heights contracts in the past, but with this, Sylvia Lighthouse herself got involved because she really understood the complexities of the
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