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underwear,” George warned.
“I promise, George. I won’t,” Miriam vowed, giggling.
Chapter 4
“I hope Miriam tries out,” Jeremy said as he and Katie walked to school together the next morning.
“Me too,” Katie agreed.
“I can’t believe we never heard her sing before. I mean, we’ve known her our whole lives . . .” Jeremy began. He stopped suddenly when they reached the playground. “Oh, man. Check out Suzanne.”
Katie turned and spotted Suzanne strolling toward them. She was wearing the weirdest outfit—shimmery purple and silver pants; a shiny silver jacket; long, glittery earrings; and lots and lots of silver beads.
“What’s that about?” Katie wondered out loud.
Jeremy shrugged. “You’re asking me ? She’s your friend, not mine.”
“Wow!” Jessica Haynes exclaimed as she ran over to Suzanne. “You look like a rock star.”
Suzanne beamed. “Well, I am about to become a star,” she told Jessica. “At the tryouts, Mr. Guthrie will know I’m a real singer the minute he sees me.”
By now a whole crowd of kids, including Miriam, had gathered around Suzanne.
“And he’ll realize you’re not a real singer the minute you open your mouth,” George told Suzanne. “Besides, Miriam’s going to be the Snow Fairy.”
“Miriam?” Suzanne asked, surprised. She turned around and stared at her. “I didn’t know you were trying out.”
“Well, I-I might,” Miriam stammered nervously. “I haven’t actually decided if—”
“She’s got a beautiful voice,” Emma W. told Suzanne.
Suzanne grabbed Katie by the arm and started to pull her toward the school building. “Miriam will never get the solo,” Suzanne whispered. “Look at her. She’s wearing blue jeans and sneakers. She doesn’t look anything like a singer.”
“Suzanne, it’s not about the clothes,” Katie tried to explain.
But Suzanne didn’t care what Katie had to say. Instead, she went running over to Jessica. “Oooh, Jess, I want you to put my hair in a French braid,” she said.
As Suzanne and Jessica walked away, George shook his head. “French braid?” he said. “She could wear French bread on her head and she still wouldn’t get that part.”
That afternoon while the other kids were on the playground for recess, Katie had to stay inside and do math. That was because instead of finishing her math work that morning, Katie had drawn pictures all over the paper.
“I’m sorry, Mr. G.,” Katie apologized as she stared at the half-finished work sheet.
Mr. G. looked down at Katie’s white sneakers. She had used a blue pen to draw lots of hearts and flowers all over them. “Did you doodle on those, too?” he asked.
Katie nodded. “My mom was kind of mad.”
“I’ll bet she was,” Mr. G. replied. He smiled at Katie. “You’re a very good artist.”
“Thanks,” Katie said. She liked it when her teacher complimented her.
“But you have to learn when and where to draw,” Mr. G. continued. “Math class is not the right time. And your work sheet is not the right place. Neither are your sneakers.”
“I know,” Katie said quietly.
“I think I know a place where you can put your talent to good use,” he assured her. “Katie, would you like to design the scenery for the play?”
Would she ever!
When it was time to go home, Katie passed by the auditorium. There was a line of kids standing in the hall. They were waiting their turns to audition for parts in Wacky Winter Wonderland .
Suzanne was at the front of the line, of course. Her hair was in a French braid, and she was practicing her singing. “Ma mi mooooooooooo,” she howled.
George was in line also. So was Kadeem. Mandy Banks was trying out for the chorus along with Zoe Canter. Jeremy and Kevin were sitting at the end of the line, playing cards while they waited their turns.
“Are you trying out for the show?” Jeremy asked Katie.
Katie shook her head. “I’m working on the scenery. I’m going to design some of
“I promise, George. I won’t,” Miriam vowed, giggling.
Chapter 4
“I hope Miriam tries out,” Jeremy said as he and Katie walked to school together the next morning.
“Me too,” Katie agreed.
“I can’t believe we never heard her sing before. I mean, we’ve known her our whole lives . . .” Jeremy began. He stopped suddenly when they reached the playground. “Oh, man. Check out Suzanne.”
Katie turned and spotted Suzanne strolling toward them. She was wearing the weirdest outfit—shimmery purple and silver pants; a shiny silver jacket; long, glittery earrings; and lots and lots of silver beads.
“What’s that about?” Katie wondered out loud.
Jeremy shrugged. “You’re asking me ? She’s your friend, not mine.”
“Wow!” Jessica Haynes exclaimed as she ran over to Suzanne. “You look like a rock star.”
Suzanne beamed. “Well, I am about to become a star,” she told Jessica. “At the tryouts, Mr. Guthrie will know I’m a real singer the minute he sees me.”
By now a whole crowd of kids, including Miriam, had gathered around Suzanne.
“And he’ll realize you’re not a real singer the minute you open your mouth,” George told Suzanne. “Besides, Miriam’s going to be the Snow Fairy.”
“Miriam?” Suzanne asked, surprised. She turned around and stared at her. “I didn’t know you were trying out.”
“Well, I-I might,” Miriam stammered nervously. “I haven’t actually decided if—”
“She’s got a beautiful voice,” Emma W. told Suzanne.
Suzanne grabbed Katie by the arm and started to pull her toward the school building. “Miriam will never get the solo,” Suzanne whispered. “Look at her. She’s wearing blue jeans and sneakers. She doesn’t look anything like a singer.”
“Suzanne, it’s not about the clothes,” Katie tried to explain.
But Suzanne didn’t care what Katie had to say. Instead, she went running over to Jessica. “Oooh, Jess, I want you to put my hair in a French braid,” she said.
As Suzanne and Jessica walked away, George shook his head. “French braid?” he said. “She could wear French bread on her head and she still wouldn’t get that part.”
That afternoon while the other kids were on the playground for recess, Katie had to stay inside and do math. That was because instead of finishing her math work that morning, Katie had drawn pictures all over the paper.
“I’m sorry, Mr. G.,” Katie apologized as she stared at the half-finished work sheet.
Mr. G. looked down at Katie’s white sneakers. She had used a blue pen to draw lots of hearts and flowers all over them. “Did you doodle on those, too?” he asked.
Katie nodded. “My mom was kind of mad.”
“I’ll bet she was,” Mr. G. replied. He smiled at Katie. “You’re a very good artist.”
“Thanks,” Katie said. She liked it when her teacher complimented her.
“But you have to learn when and where to draw,” Mr. G. continued. “Math class is not the right time. And your work sheet is not the right place. Neither are your sneakers.”
“I know,” Katie said quietly.
“I think I know a place where you can put your talent to good use,” he assured her. “Katie, would you like to design the scenery for the play?”
Would she ever!
When it was time to go home, Katie passed by the auditorium. There was a line of kids standing in the hall. They were waiting their turns to audition for parts in Wacky Winter Wonderland .
Suzanne was at the front of the line, of course. Her hair was in a French braid, and she was practicing her singing. “Ma mi mooooooooooo,” she howled.
George was in line also. So was Kadeem. Mandy Banks was trying out for the chorus along with Zoe Canter. Jeremy and Kevin were sitting at the end of the line, playing cards while they waited their turns.
“Are you trying out for the show?” Jeremy asked Katie.
Katie shook her head. “I’m working on the scenery. I’m going to design some of
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