Chapter 3: Shake, Shake, Shake Your Booty
Okay, I am going to say that I am officially a genius! That's right, me, Miranda Sanchez, a genius. But how did this sudden burst of geniusness come about? Well, I'll be totally glad to tell you.
So I'm walking to school last Tuesday when I trip over this newspaper lying on the sidewalk. So normally I would have been like "whatever", but for some reason I was compelled to look at it. I think it was because the front cover was in color, which was totally cool. Anyways, I was looking at the paper when I saw a little box at the bottom of the paper that said "New Section: Classified ads, details, page eight". So by then I was like "I should so check this out..." so I opened the paper and started reading.
Well let me tell you, people sell a lot of stuff, but then I noticed this one ad which said that there was going to be an open casting call at Ren-Mar warehouses for a singing group called Sugar, and get this... they were auditioning girls ages eight to eighteen! And I said to myself, "Miranda, you can so do this, you can sing, and well... as for the dancing... I'm sure it's not that important."
But then I thought, what if it is important and I blow it because I can't dance? I can't take that chance; this is the only way I can get attention. I know it's not a very healthy attitude to have, but hell, I was totally desperate.
So that brings me to where I am right now, standing on the McGuire's porch holding the newspaper and a c.d. of showtunes. Lizzie graciously offered to help me learn to dance, which is funny, because I don't think I've ever seen her dance either.
"Hey, Miranda, what's up?"
Damn it, I had a good internal monologue going. Who dares interrupt!? So I turned around ready to lecture the thought dissipater, until I found out who it was.
"Oh, hey Gordo."
He's got his camera!! What is he doing with his camera?! Is he planning on documenting the humiliation that is Miranda learning to dance?! I swear I'd better not wind up on "America's Stupidest Videos" or something. Of course, then I realized that Gordo and that camera are practically attached at the hip. So instead of biting Gordo's head off about the camera I smiled and played it cool.
"So, have you come to tape my klutziness?"
Real cool, Sanchez.
"No," said Gordo, knocking on the door, "I've come to tape a behind the scenes documentary on the sheer idiocy of the entertainment industry."
It's a good thing Lizzie answered the door just then, or I would've popped Gordo in the jaw.
Okay, I am going to say that I am officially a genius! That's right, me, Miranda Sanchez, a genius. But how did this sudden burst of geniusness come about? Well, I'll be totally glad to tell you.
So I'm walking to school last Tuesday when I trip over this newspaper lying on the sidewalk. So normally I would have been like "whatever", but for some reason I was compelled to look at it. I think it was because the front cover was in color, which was totally cool. Anyways, I was looking at the paper when I saw a little box at the bottom of the paper that said "New Section: Classified ads, details, page eight". So by then I was like "I should so check this out..." so I opened the paper and started reading.
Well let me tell you, people sell a lot of stuff, but then I noticed this one ad which said that there was going to be an open casting call at Ren-Mar warehouses for a singing group called Sugar, and get this... they were auditioning girls ages eight to eighteen! And I said to myself, "Miranda, you can so do this, you can sing, and well... as for the dancing... I'm sure it's not that important."
But then I thought, what if it is important and I blow it because I can't dance? I can't take that chance; this is the only way I can get attention. I know it's not a very healthy attitude to have, but hell, I was totally desperate.
So that brings me to where I am right now, standing on the McGuire's porch holding the newspaper and a c.d. of showtunes. Lizzie graciously offered to help me learn to dance, which is funny, because I don't think I've ever seen her dance either.
"Hey, Miranda, what's up?"
Damn it, I had a good internal monologue going. Who dares interrupt!? So I turned around ready to lecture the thought dissipater, until I found out who it was.
"Oh, hey Gordo."
He's got his camera!! What is he doing with his camera?! Is he planning on documenting the humiliation that is Miranda learning to dance?! I swear I'd better not wind up on "America's Stupidest Videos" or something. Of course, then I realized that Gordo and that camera are practically attached at the hip. So instead of biting Gordo's head off about the camera I smiled and played it cool.
"So, have you come to tape my klutziness?"
Real cool, Sanchez.
"No," said Gordo, knocking on the door, "I've come to tape a behind the scenes documentary on the sheer idiocy of the entertainment industry."
It's a good thing Lizzie answered the door just then, or I would've popped Gordo in the jaw.