"You dressed up as bandanna man?" Katie hollered in his face. And the shouting match began.
"I LOVE BANDANNA MAN, AND IF I DO, THE CROWD WILL TOO!"
"UM, BANDANNA MAN IS NOT ONE OF YOUR CHOSEN MODELING OULFITS!"
"YES! I CHOSE HIM!"
"OH, WILL YOU GROW UP?"
"AND INTRODUCING JAMES MASLOW!"
Katie and James both looked at each other. "That wasn't part of the shouting match" James said, confused. "No, idiot, this is your cue to get onstage!" Katie informed him.
James took deep calming breaths. "No time, just go" Katie said. As James stepped out from behind the curtain, Katie muttered, "Oh, I can't watch. I can't even listen!" she plugged her ears.
James walked onto the stage. The noise of the crowd died immediately. James, unsure, started to walk down the runway. He tried to act like a model, and remember his cool poses, but they were all foggy in his brain.
"What's he wearing?" a little boy muttered, who was sitting next to one of the judges.
James tried to smile. "Hey, look!" said a lady, pointing to Katie, who was peeking out from a gap in the blinds. "She's his manager! She gave him the costume!"
They all stared at her. Katie squirmed her shoulders. "I'm only sort of his manager." She tried to say.
As James stood in front of the runway, he knew what do. He yelled, "Need some help? No fear, Bandanna Man is here!"
James smiled, and pulled a blond boy with a toy boat, and a red haired girl with a hairbow onto the stage.
"Oh, look, this boy broke his boat!" James yelled grabbing the boat from the boy and breaking it behind his back. "Looks like bandanna man can fix it!" James laughed. He took a purple bandanna from his pocket, and fastened the bandanna around the boat.
"Here you go little boy!" James said.
Meanwhile, Katie was watching James, growing more and more embarrassed. This was a modeling show, not a…a…crude display of Superman!
James then froze onstage. Carlos was in the audience, yelling "Go James! Bandanna Man!" What are you doing here? James mouthed to Carlos.
Carlos, oblivious, was jumping up and down, cheering James.
Oh great, James thought. He's gonna ruin it for me again!
But then the little boy with the toy boat started to clap with Carlos. So did the girl with the hairbow. He was sure he heard someone yell "GO BANDANNA MAN!"
But most of the people in the back rows were craning their necks; they couldn't see him. James looked at Katie for help, and she made a throwing motion with her arm. James suddenly understood. He ripped a bandanna off his arm and flung it as far as he could into the audience.
"Just remember", said James, as people scrambled around trying to catch his bandanna. "If you ever need help, Bandanna Man is here!"
Then he exited through the curtain, went back to his dressing room, put on his normal modeling clothes, put on some 'cuda teeth whitener, and dashed back in front of the curtain.
He walked down the runway, but then heard someone shout, "Who's this guy?"
James realized that they didn't recognize him because before, the bandannas were covering his face. So he pulled a bandanna from his vest pocket, and held it out for everyone to see.
The crowd burst into applause. James just stood there. Katie meanwhile was talking nervously to the judges. There were three of them, all dressed in black. Katie muttered to them as she wrote on a clipboard.
Then, Katie came prancing over. "James!" she cried. "We did it! Full marks. You were right, they love bandanna man!"
James grinned haughtily. He met Carlos at the end of the walkway, waiting for him.
"How did you get to the modeling studio?" James asked, puzzled. "Easy" said Carlos. "You wrote down the address of the modeling studio. So I pretended I was asleep all morning. I snuck out of my room, grabbed the address of the studio that you had wrote down, and some crossing guard guy lead me there!"
Carlos jumped up and down and punched the air. "Yay for modeling studios!" he sang.
"Okay" said Katie to James. "Either he took another five hour energy, or just ate too much cocoa puffs again."
James found he couldn't get off the stage, because there was a crowd of people swarming around him, asking questions.
"James, what inspired you to be Bandanna Man?"
"James, who is bandanna man?"
"Can I get an autograph?"
James, pleased, signed a piece of paper for one of the judge's sons.
"Is it okay if we take pictures of the modeling studio?" one lady asked. "Sure" said James. More publicity!
Two hours later, James and Katie were beat, but there were even more people swarming around them then ever. People had invited their cousins, and friends, and pretty much everyone on the block.
"Um, we have to go now!" Katie yelled at the crowd. They grew silent. "Can we sleep here?" one guy pleaded.
"No, out!" Katie exclaimed. "Fine" the guy muttered. "At least I get to show everyone my James Maslow t-shirt!"
"What did he mean?" James asked Katie as the crowd departed. Some had to get dragged out by others. "They have t-shirts with your faces on them!" Katie said. "And guess what else?" she added.
She pulled a lollipop out of her pocket. But it wasn't just a lollipop. It was the lollipop that had his face on the wrapper!
"My dream!" James yelled at the top of his lungs. He took the lollipop, and carefully put it into one of his bandannas, holding it like it was a bomb.
"Relax, the candy stores are having a field day", Katie said. "There's tons of lollipops with your face on them. They even came out with a new brand of marsmellows called Maslow-Mellows."
James jumped up, and raced off. "Where are you going?" Katie asked. "TO GET SOME MASLOW-MELLOWS!" James cried. Katie shook her head. She didn't want fame to go to James's head.
As James was about to get into the monorail, h saw Logan walking around, looking confused. "Logan?" James said. "How are you here?"
"You were on the news, James," said Logan. His eyebrows were all scrunched up. "There's something wrong with my phone! They're all looking for you, because they know I'm your friend. I have at least five thousand calls on here!"
He picked up his phone. "THIS IS NOT JAMES MASLO...what?" Logan yelled into the phone. He covered the receiver with his hand, and said "James, they want you to host a talk show!"
"Um…yes he would love to," said Logan to the guy on the other end. He hung up.
"I'm gonna have my own talk show!" James gloated. "Not so fast, do you know they want you to host it in Portugal?" Logan asked. "No, where's that?" James inquired.
"On the western end of the Iberian Peninsula, just west of Spain." Logan replied.
"I'M HAVING A TALK SHOW IN SPAIN?" James yelled. He did a whoop. "No, I said Portugal" Logan told him. "And you can not go to Portugal. You don't have enough money, or a passport!"
"Logan, you ruin all the fun!" James pouted. "I'm just trying to think logically", Logan said.
"Cone on, it's not like I'm really busy!" James said.
"James, you're gonna be really busy!" Katie yelled, racing towards him. "Five modeling agencies want you on the same day, to take pictures, and pay you for it! One thousand dollars every hour!"
"So I guess you won't be too busy then" Logan smirked. James hit him.
