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Nothing could compare to Grease anyway. It was our favourite since we were little. We used to re-enact the scene in Frenchy’s bedroom every time we had a sleepover, and any time one of us was telling a story about a boy the other one would start humming ‘Tell me more, tell me more!’.
I don’t know why they bothered holding auditions for Sandy last year. There was never any question over who would play her. You were the best singer in our year, the star of the drama classes, and the only one who still took dancing lessons. Most of us gave these up some time around the age of eight when the thrill of prancing around in a pink tutu began to wear off a bit. But you always enjoyed it. You didn’t care whether it was cool or not, you did it because it was fun and you liked being watched.
Really you would have been better suited to the part of Rizzo, with her feisty attitude and rebellion against authority in any form. Timid, wishy-washy, goody-two-shoes Sandy hadnothing in common with you, except that you both fancied Danny. But you were born to be a star.
Liam says he’s not going to audition this year either. He says he doesn’t see the point.
Love,
Maggie.
The Monday after our night out in the pub, Miss Leigh stopped me on my way to my locker. ‘Maggie, I’m having a meeting tomorrow at lunchtime to talk about
Romeo and Juliet
. I hope you can come along. I’d like you to help me out with the costumes again.’
‘Sure, no problem,’ I said.
‘Great. 1.20, OK? I’ll see you then. Oh here’s Ellen, the very person.’ She told Ellen about the meeting and asked her to come along too. ‘I can definitely picture you as a tempestuous Capulet,’ she finished with a laugh.
‘Did you manage to get your phone back?’ I asked, when Miss Leigh had gone.
‘No, he was busy all day yesterday. He said he’d text me today,’ Ellen said. ‘Starting to be a bit of a nuisance actually. My dad was texting me yesterday and Pete forwarded me on the texts, then I told him what to say back, then my dad texted back to say why was I using text speak when I don’t normally?’
‘Can’t believe he noticed that!’ I said.
‘Oh he seems to be in a noticing sort of mood at the moment,’ Ellen said. ‘He must be having an attack of the guilts. Wants to take me and Robert out for dinner tomorrow .’
‘Will your mum let you go?’
‘I haven’t asked her. I want to sort out my phone first. Dad will be sure to notice if I have the wrong one!’
The bell rang for first class.
‘Eeek, I haven’t got anything ready!’ Ellen said, pulling books out of her bag and flinging them into her locker. ‘What have we got first class?’
‘English,’ I said. ‘Just like last Monday, and the Monday before, and the Monday before that …’
‘OK, OK, not all of us are super-organised like you!’ Ellen located her novel and folder at the back of her locker. ‘Here they are! OK let’s get going.’
She may as well have left her stuff in her locker for all the attention she paid to Cathy and Heathcliff during that class. The elusive text from Pete came just as we were sitting down.
‘Great! He wants to meet me tomorrow at lunchtime,’ she whispered to me.
‘But we’re supposed to be going to the meeting about the play,’ I whispered back.
‘Oh, who cares about that?’ Ellen said. ‘I get enough Shakespeare in class without giving up my lunchtimes too.You don’t really want to do all that work do you?’
I said nothing. The thing was, I really did want to go to the meeting. I knew Ellen wouldn’t understand, but I really enjoyed helping with the costumes. I had helped Miss Leigh with
Grease
a few months earlier. I’d got Mum to bring me round to all the charity shops at the weekends, looking for fifties clothes. She had raided the attic for me too, and so had Aunt Pat. They’d both loved
Grease
when they were teenagers and had kept all of Granny’s old clothes. The two of them had been like two
Nothing could compare to Grease anyway. It was our favourite since we were little. We used to re-enact the scene in Frenchy’s bedroom every time we had a sleepover, and any time one of us was telling a story about a boy the other one would start humming ‘Tell me more, tell me more!’.
I don’t know why they bothered holding auditions for Sandy last year. There was never any question over who would play her. You were the best singer in our year, the star of the drama classes, and the only one who still took dancing lessons. Most of us gave these up some time around the age of eight when the thrill of prancing around in a pink tutu began to wear off a bit. But you always enjoyed it. You didn’t care whether it was cool or not, you did it because it was fun and you liked being watched.
Really you would have been better suited to the part of Rizzo, with her feisty attitude and rebellion against authority in any form. Timid, wishy-washy, goody-two-shoes Sandy hadnothing in common with you, except that you both fancied Danny. But you were born to be a star.
Liam says he’s not going to audition this year either. He says he doesn’t see the point.
Love,
Maggie.
The Monday after our night out in the pub, Miss Leigh stopped me on my way to my locker. ‘Maggie, I’m having a meeting tomorrow at lunchtime to talk about
Romeo and Juliet
. I hope you can come along. I’d like you to help me out with the costumes again.’
‘Sure, no problem,’ I said.
‘Great. 1.20, OK? I’ll see you then. Oh here’s Ellen, the very person.’ She told Ellen about the meeting and asked her to come along too. ‘I can definitely picture you as a tempestuous Capulet,’ she finished with a laugh.
‘Did you manage to get your phone back?’ I asked, when Miss Leigh had gone.
‘No, he was busy all day yesterday. He said he’d text me today,’ Ellen said. ‘Starting to be a bit of a nuisance actually. My dad was texting me yesterday and Pete forwarded me on the texts, then I told him what to say back, then my dad texted back to say why was I using text speak when I don’t normally?’
‘Can’t believe he noticed that!’ I said.
‘Oh he seems to be in a noticing sort of mood at the moment,’ Ellen said. ‘He must be having an attack of the guilts. Wants to take me and Robert out for dinner tomorrow .’
‘Will your mum let you go?’
‘I haven’t asked her. I want to sort out my phone first. Dad will be sure to notice if I have the wrong one!’
The bell rang for first class.
‘Eeek, I haven’t got anything ready!’ Ellen said, pulling books out of her bag and flinging them into her locker. ‘What have we got first class?’
‘English,’ I said. ‘Just like last Monday, and the Monday before, and the Monday before that …’
‘OK, OK, not all of us are super-organised like you!’ Ellen located her novel and folder at the back of her locker. ‘Here they are! OK let’s get going.’
She may as well have left her stuff in her locker for all the attention she paid to Cathy and Heathcliff during that class. The elusive text from Pete came just as we were sitting down.
‘Great! He wants to meet me tomorrow at lunchtime,’ she whispered to me.
‘But we’re supposed to be going to the meeting about the play,’ I whispered back.
‘Oh, who cares about that?’ Ellen said. ‘I get enough Shakespeare in class without giving up my lunchtimes too.You don’t really want to do all that work do you?’
I said nothing. The thing was, I really did want to go to the meeting. I knew Ellen wouldn’t understand, but I really enjoyed helping with the costumes. I had helped Miss Leigh with
Grease
a few months earlier. I’d got Mum to bring me round to all the charity shops at the weekends, looking for fifties clothes. She had raided the attic for me too, and so had Aunt Pat. They’d both loved
Grease
when they were teenagers and had kept all of Granny’s old clothes. The two of them had been like two
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