"But why do you think I should dress as a boy?" Jeannette asked again. Brittany continued her packing.

"Because it's less likely you'll be recognised."

"Do I really look like a boy?" Brittany looked up now to see a sad look in her sister's eyes.

"No. Of course you don't but… what's wrong Jeanette? You don't usually worry about what you look like."

"I know but… do you think I'm pretty?" She studied her face in the mirror. Brittany walked over and hugged her.

"You are pretty. So I'll have my work cut out for me!" She grabbed her sister's pink glasses. "Do you still carry that spare pair with you?"

"Yeah," Jeanette pulled a thick black framed pair of glasses out of her bag.

"Perfect!" Jeanette was now studying her face again.

"Do you think I should get contacts?" Brittany looked curious.

"What's this sudden interest in your looks?" She smiled. "It couldn't have anything to do with Simon could it?" Jeanette blushed and stepped away from the mirror.

"No. I mean… you saw him right? He didn't even speak to me." Brittany couldn't deny this. She was just wondering how to change the subject when there was a knock at the door. With a worried glance the two sisters approached.

"Who is it?"

"It's me. Er, Theodore." Brittany quickly pulled open the door and let him in.

"Hi, Jeanette." She looked confused.

"What are you doing here Theodore?"

"I invited him," Brittany explained. "Did you bring the clothes?"

"Yes." He reached into a bag and pulled out some things.

"Thanks." Jeanette took them and wondered what else to say. "We were just…"

"It's OK. I explained," Brittany called as she gathered up her own outfit.

"I'm coming with you."

"Oh." Jeanette found she didn't mind this. She liked Theodore. "Could you…" she gestured for him to turn round.

"Oh!" He spun round while she investigated what he'd brought. He'd even thought to include a cap for her to hide her long hair.

"I was wondering…" he hesitated. "What am I meant to call you?"

"How do you mean?" Jeanette pulled a baggy sweater over her head.

"Well… I can hardly call you Jeanette and Brittany if we're travelling under cover."

"Oh! Right. Well… I guess you could call me… Page."

"Page," Theodore tried the name. "I think it suits you."

"Yeah. Very bookish," Brittany called.

"What about you, Brittany?" Jeanette tapped Theodore on the shoulder so he could turn round. Brittany chose that moment to emerge from the bathroom like some Greek goddess.

"You can call me Angel!"

*

After his impromptu wrestling match, Simon had set out for Seville's house. It had been on his mind to leave Alvin to his own devices but he had to admit his decision had been prompted by seeing Jeanette. He knew she was managed by Seville and after seeing her this morning… he wanted to see her again. Surely it was only sensible to combine the two objectives?

As he walked he turned his mind over their meeting. He couldn't escape the feeling that he'd made a fool of himself. Fighting! That wasn't really like him at all. Though… he felt the ribbon through his fingers… she had congratulated him. He smiled briefly before remembering his reaction. He hadn't been able to form even the simplest word of thanks!

He'd been stunned by how much she'd grown. He remembered a slightly clumsy girl with her nose always stuck in a book. Doubtless she still was… but now she was so much more. Her figure had grown taller and had a gracefulness born of shyness. She had such intelligent eyes yet her smile was warm and inviting. He wondered what she'd seen when she saw him?

He started when he realised he'd arrived in the suburbs where Seville was based. He walked along the little street, looking at the house numbers. Now he was here he was nervous of actually approaching the house. What could he say? For a long time he stood in the street staring at the house. Then he reasoned that since he'd come, he should at least knock.

Hesitantly he approached the front door. There was a doorbell and standing on tiptoes Simon could just reach. The loud bell startled him though and he fell backwards off the step. Seconds later the door opened and Dave Seville looked out. Simon could see him look about and frown before making to close the door. At the last second he glanced down and noticed the chipmunk sprawled on the doorstep.

"Oh! Are you OK?" He bent down to help Simon.

"I'm alright. Thank you." Simon smiled more in relief than anything. Seville was obviously nothing like Harry.

"Do you want to come in?"

"Actually, I wanted to speak to you about managing us…" he hesitated. "Or me." Seville smiled.

"I guess you should come in then."

*

Outside the hotel, Page and Angel were discussing where to go. There was no way anyone looking for Jeanette and Brittany would recognise them in this pair. Jeanette's long hair was completely hidden and Brittany had sprayed hers with a hair dye spray so it was almost black. She'd also plastered them both in pale face powder so they looked almost white.

"Honestly Bri… Angel. Seville's really nice. He'd be happy to take you on."

"Of course he would. But before I meet him I'll want to change and re-do this make up. I can't meet him looking like some porcelain doll!" Jeanette had to admit Brittany didn't look anything like herself. She'd made herself into a picture of female fragility. And as to herself…

"What do you think Theodore?"

"Well… I would like to see Eleanor again." The girls exchanged a glance.

"I think someone likes her," Brittany teased. However Theodore wasn't embarrassed.

"I do like her. She's the most wonderful girl I've ever met."

"Oh." Jeanette was surprised at his candour.

"But she doesn't seem to want a boyfriend." He looked sad and both girls felt sorry for him.

"Don't worry Theo. We'll all go see Eleanor and who knows," Brittany's eyes glittered. "Maybe we can convince her she does want a boyfriend."

*

"Alvin, my boy! Glad to see you again."

"Yes sir?"

"So you ready to become a star?"

"Yes sir!"

"Of course, I'll expect you to put some effort in. Stardom doesn't happen by chance, you know."

"Yes sir."

"So I want you to go fetch Brittany back here." Alvin hesitated.

"And that will help me become a star?"

"Absolutely. Who better to show you the ropes than another star?" He put an arm companionably round Alvin's shoulders. "Understand me. I don't usually get my stars to run errands but that girl took my gopher too!"

"Brittany?"

"Her sister. Sent by Seville to steal my acts, no doubt."

"Seville huh?"

"Yes. So that's where I want you to go. First thing in the morning." Alvin turned to leave and Harry called out. "Alvin? Don't come back without her."