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Authors: Meg Cabot
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inhaled too much secondhand marijuana smoke from the dorm room across the hall from his.
Then I remembered Grandmère’s benefit to raise money for the Genovian olive farmers.
F T L OUIE : Oh, right. Wow, that’s funny. How did you hear about that?
S KINNER B X : Netscape. Apparently she’s hosting something called Aide de Ferme?
Farm Aid. I should have known.
F T L OUIE : Oh. Yeah. She is.
S KINNER B X : So is there a chance you can sneak me in? I’d love to ask Bob if he still believes an individual can change the world as we know it with a single song. Do you thinkthat would be okay? I promise not to embarrass you in front of any world leaders.
Oh! How sweet! Michael wants to meet a celebrity! That is so not like him.
But then, Bob Dylan isn’t your average celebrity. After all, he practically invented his own language. At least, that’s what it sounds like whenever Michael puts on one of his CDs.
Still, Michael will no doubt find a use for Bob’s sage, Yoda-like musical wisdom. He seems to have no problem figuring out what Bob is saying.
And, as an added plus for me, I get a date for next Wednesday night!
And okay, he’s basically just using me to meet Bob Dylan. But whatever.
See, that’s the great thing about having a boyfriend. When you’ve had the suckiest day imaginable, all he has to do is ask you out, and it’s like: Poof! Bad stuff begone. Really, it’s some powerful stuff, the whole boyfriend thing.
F T L OUIE : That sounds like it should be doable.
Michael then went on to write very nice things to me, like what an effective leader I am, both of Genovia and AEHS, and how much he can’t wait to see me this weekend, and what he’s going to do to me when he DOES see me, and how he thinks I’m the best writer in the world, and how Shonda Yost, Sixteen magazine’s fiction editor, must havebeen on crack not to pick “No More Corn!” as the winner of her contest.
Which was all very nice, but didn’t really do anything to address the problem that was REALLY weighing on my mind:
What am I going to do about his party?
Oh, yeah. And how am I going to get the money to rent Alice Tully Hall?
Thursday, March 4, the limo on the way to school
I’m so tired. Last night just as I was getting into bed, I got an IM. I thought it must be Michael, writing to say he loves me. You know, one last time before he went to sleep.
But it was BORIS PELKOWSKI, of all people.
J OSH B ELL 2: Mia! What’s this I hear about your grandmother having a party next Wednesday night and inviting celebrated violinist and my personal artistic hero, Joshua Bell, to it?
Good grief.
F T L OUIE : Joshua Bell wouldn’t happen to be considering buying an island in The World off the coast of Dubai, would he?
J OSH B ELL 2: I don’t know about that. He could be buying Indiana, the great state from which he hails, which happens to be the birthplace of many other musical geniuses as well, including Hoagy Carmichael and Michael Jackson. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, Mia—could you get me into that party? I have GOT to meet him. There’s something very important I have to tell Joshua Bell.
You know, Boris might be hot now, but he’s still weird.
F T L OUIE : I can probably figure out a way to sneak you in.
J OSH B ELL 2: Oh, THANK YOU, Mia! You don’t know how much I appreciate it. If there’s anything I can ever do for you—besides rehearse in the supply closet, which I already do—let me know!
As if that weren’t random enough, then Ling Su IMed me.
P AINTURGURL : Hey, Mia! I heard your grandma is having a party on Wednesday night, and Matthew Barney, the controversial conceptual artist, is going to be there.
F T L OUIE : Let me guess: Matthew Barney is buying an island in The World off the
Then I remembered Grandmère’s benefit to raise money for the Genovian olive farmers.
F T L OUIE : Oh, right. Wow, that’s funny. How did you hear about that?
S KINNER B X : Netscape. Apparently she’s hosting something called Aide de Ferme?
Farm Aid. I should have known.
F T L OUIE : Oh. Yeah. She is.
S KINNER B X : So is there a chance you can sneak me in? I’d love to ask Bob if he still believes an individual can change the world as we know it with a single song. Do you thinkthat would be okay? I promise not to embarrass you in front of any world leaders.
Oh! How sweet! Michael wants to meet a celebrity! That is so not like him.
But then, Bob Dylan isn’t your average celebrity. After all, he practically invented his own language. At least, that’s what it sounds like whenever Michael puts on one of his CDs.
Still, Michael will no doubt find a use for Bob’s sage, Yoda-like musical wisdom. He seems to have no problem figuring out what Bob is saying.
And, as an added plus for me, I get a date for next Wednesday night!
And okay, he’s basically just using me to meet Bob Dylan. But whatever.
See, that’s the great thing about having a boyfriend. When you’ve had the suckiest day imaginable, all he has to do is ask you out, and it’s like: Poof! Bad stuff begone. Really, it’s some powerful stuff, the whole boyfriend thing.
F T L OUIE : That sounds like it should be doable.
Michael then went on to write very nice things to me, like what an effective leader I am, both of Genovia and AEHS, and how much he can’t wait to see me this weekend, and what he’s going to do to me when he DOES see me, and how he thinks I’m the best writer in the world, and how Shonda Yost, Sixteen magazine’s fiction editor, must havebeen on crack not to pick “No More Corn!” as the winner of her contest.
Which was all very nice, but didn’t really do anything to address the problem that was REALLY weighing on my mind:
What am I going to do about his party?
Oh, yeah. And how am I going to get the money to rent Alice Tully Hall?
Thursday, March 4, the limo on the way to school
I’m so tired. Last night just as I was getting into bed, I got an IM. I thought it must be Michael, writing to say he loves me. You know, one last time before he went to sleep.
But it was BORIS PELKOWSKI, of all people.
J OSH B ELL 2: Mia! What’s this I hear about your grandmother having a party next Wednesday night and inviting celebrated violinist and my personal artistic hero, Joshua Bell, to it?
Good grief.
F T L OUIE : Joshua Bell wouldn’t happen to be considering buying an island in The World off the coast of Dubai, would he?
J OSH B ELL 2: I don’t know about that. He could be buying Indiana, the great state from which he hails, which happens to be the birthplace of many other musical geniuses as well, including Hoagy Carmichael and Michael Jackson. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, Mia—could you get me into that party? I have GOT to meet him. There’s something very important I have to tell Joshua Bell.
You know, Boris might be hot now, but he’s still weird.
F T L OUIE : I can probably figure out a way to sneak you in.
J OSH B ELL 2: Oh, THANK YOU, Mia! You don’t know how much I appreciate it. If there’s anything I can ever do for you—besides rehearse in the supply closet, which I already do—let me know!
As if that weren’t random enough, then Ling Su IMed me.
P AINTURGURL : Hey, Mia! I heard your grandma is having a party on Wednesday night, and Matthew Barney, the controversial conceptual artist, is going to be there.
F T L OUIE : Let me guess: Matthew Barney is buying an island in The World off the
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