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Chapter 7: Learning Lines
That weekend, I asked Pi to help me out with my lines. We were out on the back porch when he did the most disturbing thing I've ever seen anyone do. I read my line.
"When you walked out of the rain, and........." I recited, but forgot the lines. I looked down at my script and completed the line. "When you walked out of the rain, and into my bar, was that just coincidence?"
It was then that Pi went crazy. "Nothing's coincidence, baby. But I know one thing!" He added to the lines as he started moving like he was humping someone. "OH MRS. STIMPLETON, YOU GONNA PUT PI IN ALL YO' PLAYS!" He then leaned on the bench and said in a woman's voice, "OH, I'M GONNA PUT PI IN ALL MY PLAYS!"
"Stop! Pi, I have three weeks to learn this!" I said with a serious tone.
"Man, you couldn't pull this off if you had three months," he replied.
"Look, I'm not the one who chose to do this."
"Well you're the one who's gonna make a jackass out of himself in front of the whole city."
"Pi, I need you to help me with these lines! You have to be serious!" I told him as he stood up.
"Look man, I can skip my skateboarding for one night to watch you. You know I'll be there in the front row." He put his hand on my shoulder. "I promise."
"Thanks, man." We then did our secret handshake. We wiggled our fingers together and said, "Woogedy-Woogedy." It was just something that we made up when we were five. Just then, I heard my mother pulling up in the driveway.
"Good news, guys! Twister should be out of the hospital in a few weeks!" She grinned as she picked up her bag of groceries. "Guys, can you give me a hand with these, por favor?" She added. We headed over to the car and helped her bring the groceries in.
On Monday morning, I arrived early to talk to Reggie. I knew she would be there, tutoring. I was very desperate; I needed help with my lines. Not that Pi isn't my best friend, but I need someone to seriously help me. She was the only one I could go to. That didn't make me happy, but like I said, I was desperate. I was walking in the halls when I saw her at her locker. I walked up to her.
"Hey, Reggie," I said.
"What do you want, Rodriguez?" she asked me as put a book into her locker. "I've known you for years, and you've never been the first one to say hello."
"I need help with my lines."
"Lars Rodriguez is asking me for help?" She asked, closing her locker. She walked away as I followed.
"I really need your help. Pi isn't a help at all." I said as she looked at me as if to say, "Yeah, right."
"Please?" I asked her as I looked into her deep hazel eyes. She had the prettiest eyes, I must admit it. Wait, what was I thinking?! Was I going crazy?!
"OK," she said as she smiled at me. "But on one condition. You must not fall in love with me."
I wanted to bust out laughing at this one. Fall in love with Reggie Rocket? Yeah right. And pigs will fly someday. But like I said earlier, who said that she couldn't dream?
"So I'll see you after school at my house?" She asked.
"Uh, sure. Thanks." I told her as we went our separate ways to class.
After school, I went to her house. I walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. I overheard Ray giving her crap for inviting me over. I could not believe this. I, Lars Rodriguez, was ringing Reggie Rocket's doorbell. In less than a minute, she answered the door.
"Hey." I simply greeted her.
"Hey," she replied and smiled at me.
"So, ya' gonna keep me out here all day?' I asked with a grin on my face. I didn't know why, but I felt that I could joke like this to her. It was weird. But she chuckled at my comment.
"Come on in," she invited. I stepped into a classy house. Simple, but classy in the same way. There was an old Victorian rug on the floor and many flowers all over the place. "I'm gonna go get my script. It's in my room. Make yourself at home," she said as she walked up the stairs. I walked around the room, seeing pictures of her and her family. But what caught my eye was a little statue of Jesus on the table. It was very strange looking, I didn't know why. But the silence was broken by Ray.
"Mr. Rodriguez," Ray sternly said to me. I turned around.
"Hey, Reverend." I replied.
"I heard you got the lead part in the school play. Congratulations," he said to me, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Yeah, thanks for letting me in to run lines with Reggie," I told him.
"I didn't let you in. It's for school, so I had to. But Rodriguez, every Sunday morning, I just want you to know that I can see you from where I'm standing. Now I'll be right over here in my office." He then walked away as Reggie came down the stairs. I walked over to her, and she led me to practice lines in the living room.
Chapter 7: Learning Lines
That weekend, I asked Pi to help me out with my lines. We were out on the back porch when he did the most disturbing thing I've ever seen anyone do. I read my line.
"When you walked out of the rain, and........." I recited, but forgot the lines. I looked down at my script and completed the line. "When you walked out of the rain, and into my bar, was that just coincidence?"
It was then that Pi went crazy. "Nothing's coincidence, baby. But I know one thing!" He added to the lines as he started moving like he was humping someone. "OH MRS. STIMPLETON, YOU GONNA PUT PI IN ALL YO' PLAYS!" He then leaned on the bench and said in a woman's voice, "OH, I'M GONNA PUT PI IN ALL MY PLAYS!"
"Stop! Pi, I have three weeks to learn this!" I said with a serious tone.
"Man, you couldn't pull this off if you had three months," he replied.
"Look, I'm not the one who chose to do this."
"Well you're the one who's gonna make a jackass out of himself in front of the whole city."
"Pi, I need you to help me with these lines! You have to be serious!" I told him as he stood up.
"Look man, I can skip my skateboarding for one night to watch you. You know I'll be there in the front row." He put his hand on my shoulder. "I promise."
"Thanks, man." We then did our secret handshake. We wiggled our fingers together and said, "Woogedy-Woogedy." It was just something that we made up when we were five. Just then, I heard my mother pulling up in the driveway.
"Good news, guys! Twister should be out of the hospital in a few weeks!" She grinned as she picked up her bag of groceries. "Guys, can you give me a hand with these, por favor?" She added. We headed over to the car and helped her bring the groceries in.
On Monday morning, I arrived early to talk to Reggie. I knew she would be there, tutoring. I was very desperate; I needed help with my lines. Not that Pi isn't my best friend, but I need someone to seriously help me. She was the only one I could go to. That didn't make me happy, but like I said, I was desperate. I was walking in the halls when I saw her at her locker. I walked up to her.
"Hey, Reggie," I said.
"What do you want, Rodriguez?" she asked me as put a book into her locker. "I've known you for years, and you've never been the first one to say hello."
"I need help with my lines."
"Lars Rodriguez is asking me for help?" She asked, closing her locker. She walked away as I followed.
"I really need your help. Pi isn't a help at all." I said as she looked at me as if to say, "Yeah, right."
"Please?" I asked her as I looked into her deep hazel eyes. She had the prettiest eyes, I must admit it. Wait, what was I thinking?! Was I going crazy?!
"OK," she said as she smiled at me. "But on one condition. You must not fall in love with me."
I wanted to bust out laughing at this one. Fall in love with Reggie Rocket? Yeah right. And pigs will fly someday. But like I said earlier, who said that she couldn't dream?
"So I'll see you after school at my house?" She asked.
"Uh, sure. Thanks." I told her as we went our separate ways to class.
After school, I went to her house. I walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. I overheard Ray giving her crap for inviting me over. I could not believe this. I, Lars Rodriguez, was ringing Reggie Rocket's doorbell. In less than a minute, she answered the door.
"Hey." I simply greeted her.
"Hey," she replied and smiled at me.
"So, ya' gonna keep me out here all day?' I asked with a grin on my face. I didn't know why, but I felt that I could joke like this to her. It was weird. But she chuckled at my comment.
"Come on in," she invited. I stepped into a classy house. Simple, but classy in the same way. There was an old Victorian rug on the floor and many flowers all over the place. "I'm gonna go get my script. It's in my room. Make yourself at home," she said as she walked up the stairs. I walked around the room, seeing pictures of her and her family. But what caught my eye was a little statue of Jesus on the table. It was very strange looking, I didn't know why. But the silence was broken by Ray.
"Mr. Rodriguez," Ray sternly said to me. I turned around.
"Hey, Reverend." I replied.
"I heard you got the lead part in the school play. Congratulations," he said to me, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Yeah, thanks for letting me in to run lines with Reggie," I told him.
"I didn't let you in. It's for school, so I had to. But Rodriguez, every Sunday morning, I just want you to know that I can see you from where I'm standing. Now I'll be right over here in my office." He then walked away as Reggie came down the stairs. I walked over to her, and she led me to practice lines in the living room.