Chapter 4: Mighty Matt
" Shake your love, I just can't shake your love; shake your love, I just can't shake your love..."
Ah, Debbie Gibson, your words ring as true today as they did back in your time. I mean, I can totally understand what it's like to want someone who doesn't necessarily want you... at least, I think that's what the song means... Whatever, it's from the 80s. Nothing made sense then.
Anyways, Lizzie and I were dancing to this "musical monstrosity", as Gordo so eloquently put it. Well, I'm sorry, but I have to practice, and I hardly think I could dance up a storm to "Mr. Bojangles"! Besides, I can do the running man like it's nobody's business!
So Lizzie and I were attempting to dance. We had turned on MTV and muted the sound. See, I'm using Debbie Gibson's song as my audition song, so we were just practicing dance moves from different music videos along with my song.
"Is it supposed to look like that?" asked Gordo, swinging his camera from Lizzie and me tripping over our feet to the Britney video on TV.
Lizzie stopped dancing and glared at Gordo, " Look, you said you were gonna tape us. If you want to make fun of us, you can leave."
Gordo smirked, "But it's so easy to make fun of you."
"That's it!" cried Lizzie, storming over to Gordo.
"Guys!" I cried, "You're totally not helping!"
"Sorry, Miranda," both mumbled.
"Right," I said as Lizzie joined me, "now I think it goes left, step, right, pivot, shimmy, AAAAHHHH!"
Ah, Lizzie McGuire and Miranda Sanchez, the two most graceful hippos in the jungle. I seriously don't know how we managed to trip over each other, because we were like a foot apart. Of course Matt chose that moment to make his obligatory appearance.
Matt turned to Gordo, "Are they practicing to be professional wrestlers?"
Gordo gave Matt a glance that clearly said 'Oh joy, a rugrat!' "Not exactly," he said.
"Too bad," Matt remarked, "they could be the tag-team duo of Ditz one and Ditz two."
By this time Lizzie and I had managed to untangle ourselves and she stood up and advanced towards Matt.
"You'd better leave us alone Matt the Brat," she threatened.
"Or you'll do what?" challenged Matt.
"This!!" cried Lizzie, chasing him around the downstairs and then up the stairs.
I watched the sibling spectacle, and then turned to Gordo, who was leaning against the couch. He had a pensive, slightly confused look on his face.
"Gordo," I asked, "have you been taping all of this? I mean, I know you got us dancing, but did you tape Hurricane Lizzie and Tropical Storm Matt?"
"Yeah," he said slowly, almost distractedly.
"You know, Gordo," I said, walking towards him, "if this dancing thing we're doing annoys you so much, you can leave."
"I'm not annoyed by your dancing," said Gordo.
"Then what is it?" I asked, tired of his evasiveness.
"Well," he blew out a breath loudly and continued, "I just think it's really brave of you to go out there and audition like this. This is a major audition you're going to, and I don't know how many people would have the courage to do something like this. I mean, even Lizzie wouldn't go for it like you, and she's probably the most courageous person I know."
I stared at Gordo, almost in awe at his impromptu soliloquy. I never knew Gordo was so supportive of this. I mean, my own parents think I'm being silly. I'm sure I blushed as I stared at Gordo in confusion. With Lizzie and Matt upstairs, the only sound in the house was the pulsating Debbie Gibson song.
"Shake your love, I just can't shake your love..."
" Shake your love, I just can't shake your love; shake your love, I just can't shake your love..."
Ah, Debbie Gibson, your words ring as true today as they did back in your time. I mean, I can totally understand what it's like to want someone who doesn't necessarily want you... at least, I think that's what the song means... Whatever, it's from the 80s. Nothing made sense then.
Anyways, Lizzie and I were dancing to this "musical monstrosity", as Gordo so eloquently put it. Well, I'm sorry, but I have to practice, and I hardly think I could dance up a storm to "Mr. Bojangles"! Besides, I can do the running man like it's nobody's business!
So Lizzie and I were attempting to dance. We had turned on MTV and muted the sound. See, I'm using Debbie Gibson's song as my audition song, so we were just practicing dance moves from different music videos along with my song.
"Is it supposed to look like that?" asked Gordo, swinging his camera from Lizzie and me tripping over our feet to the Britney video on TV.
Lizzie stopped dancing and glared at Gordo, " Look, you said you were gonna tape us. If you want to make fun of us, you can leave."
Gordo smirked, "But it's so easy to make fun of you."
"That's it!" cried Lizzie, storming over to Gordo.
"Guys!" I cried, "You're totally not helping!"
"Sorry, Miranda," both mumbled.
"Right," I said as Lizzie joined me, "now I think it goes left, step, right, pivot, shimmy, AAAAHHHH!"
Ah, Lizzie McGuire and Miranda Sanchez, the two most graceful hippos in the jungle. I seriously don't know how we managed to trip over each other, because we were like a foot apart. Of course Matt chose that moment to make his obligatory appearance.
Matt turned to Gordo, "Are they practicing to be professional wrestlers?"
Gordo gave Matt a glance that clearly said 'Oh joy, a rugrat!' "Not exactly," he said.
"Too bad," Matt remarked, "they could be the tag-team duo of Ditz one and Ditz two."
By this time Lizzie and I had managed to untangle ourselves and she stood up and advanced towards Matt.
"You'd better leave us alone Matt the Brat," she threatened.
"Or you'll do what?" challenged Matt.
"This!!" cried Lizzie, chasing him around the downstairs and then up the stairs.
I watched the sibling spectacle, and then turned to Gordo, who was leaning against the couch. He had a pensive, slightly confused look on his face.
"Gordo," I asked, "have you been taping all of this? I mean, I know you got us dancing, but did you tape Hurricane Lizzie and Tropical Storm Matt?"
"Yeah," he said slowly, almost distractedly.
"You know, Gordo," I said, walking towards him, "if this dancing thing we're doing annoys you so much, you can leave."
"I'm not annoyed by your dancing," said Gordo.
"Then what is it?" I asked, tired of his evasiveness.
"Well," he blew out a breath loudly and continued, "I just think it's really brave of you to go out there and audition like this. This is a major audition you're going to, and I don't know how many people would have the courage to do something like this. I mean, even Lizzie wouldn't go for it like you, and she's probably the most courageous person I know."
I stared at Gordo, almost in awe at his impromptu soliloquy. I never knew Gordo was so supportive of this. I mean, my own parents think I'm being silly. I'm sure I blushed as I stared at Gordo in confusion. With Lizzie and Matt upstairs, the only sound in the house was the pulsating Debbie Gibson song.
"Shake your love, I just can't shake your love..."