Style stood there outside of the test track where Speed was
practicing. Her assignment as a photographer was to get some shots of Speed
and the Mack Five. The trick was doing it without Pops seeing her. He
would totally flip. She tucked her long silver hair up into her baseball
cap, grabbed her camera bag, clipped on her press badge, and put on her
sunglasses. If she played her cards right then she could get in and get her
pictures then slip back out before Pops noticed her.
She quickly made her way to the track and pulled her camera out of its bag. She took off her sunglasses then snapped several pictures of Speed and the Mack Five when suddenly she felt someone seize her waist. She stomped on the person's foot then turned around and punched them in the eye.
"Ouch!" Sparky cried as he went flying back from the impact of Styles punch. "Racer Girl it's just me," Sparky told her.
Style clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh my gosh!" she cried. "Sparky I'm so sorry I didn't know that it was you!" Then she punched Sparky's arm. "Don't scare me like that!"
"Fine!" Sparky told her. "Just don't punch me again. Man I wish Rex hadn't given you those self defense lessons back when we were kids."
Style looked away from him and bit her lip. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "I told you not to talk about him in front of me," she whispered.
"Awe, I'm sorry Racer Girl," Sparky said apologetically. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"Just forget it," Style told him wiping her eyes. "And I wasn't crying!"
"Oh yeah right," Sparky said sarcastically. "I saw those tears rolling down your cheeks."
"O.k. so I shed a few tear drops," Style admitted. "Now scat I need to get several more shots of Speed for my deadline. I've gone around getting shots of all the big contenders for the next race at Bayville."
"So now you're a photographer?" Sparky asked. "What ever happened to the BIG singing career?"
"Singing doesn't pay the rent for my apartment let alone keep food in my fridge," She told him. "I usually get a gig or two a week and they don't even pay that much. The road to stardom is a very long and hard one."
"So do you regret giving up racing at all?" he asked her.
"Well I race the Magic Phantom in several small races that are usually charity events," Style told him. "The purses are never that big if there is one and they're usually not on television or even in the newspaper."
"Sissy!" Sprital cried as he ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Oh my gosh Sprital look how big you've gotten!" Style cried and gave him a hug. "You must have grown two feet!"
"Seven and a half inches," Sprital informed her.
"You've been dying to tell someone that haven't you?" Sparky asked the younger boy.
"You bet!"
"Okay you two I have work to do," Style told them. "I'll talk to you later." Style gave Sparky a hug and kissed Sprital's cheek. Style got several more shots of Speed then put the lens cap back on her camera. She saw Pops looking down at her and she quickly put on her sunglasses. She pulled her hat lower and quickly exited the track. She sank down into the seat of her car and let out a heavy sigh. "That was a close one Racer Girl," she whispered to herself. "That was a close one."
Meanwhile at the garage for the track Pops approached Sparky to ask him who he had been talking to. "So Sparky who was that?" he asked.
"Oh just a photographer," Sparky told him.
"Just a photographer," Sparky said trying to keep cool.
"You and Sprital looked pretty comfortable with her, are you sure that she was just a photographer?" Pops asked.
"I'm sure."
Pops walked away shaking his head. He knew that both Sparky and Sprital knew the photographer. Maybe it would be easier to get the information out of Sprital. He shouldn't be to hard to get the desired information out of.
She quickly made her way to the track and pulled her camera out of its bag. She took off her sunglasses then snapped several pictures of Speed and the Mack Five when suddenly she felt someone seize her waist. She stomped on the person's foot then turned around and punched them in the eye.
"Ouch!" Sparky cried as he went flying back from the impact of Styles punch. "Racer Girl it's just me," Sparky told her.
Style clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh my gosh!" she cried. "Sparky I'm so sorry I didn't know that it was you!" Then she punched Sparky's arm. "Don't scare me like that!"
"Fine!" Sparky told her. "Just don't punch me again. Man I wish Rex hadn't given you those self defense lessons back when we were kids."
Style looked away from him and bit her lip. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "I told you not to talk about him in front of me," she whispered.
"Awe, I'm sorry Racer Girl," Sparky said apologetically. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"Just forget it," Style told him wiping her eyes. "And I wasn't crying!"
"Oh yeah right," Sparky said sarcastically. "I saw those tears rolling down your cheeks."
"O.k. so I shed a few tear drops," Style admitted. "Now scat I need to get several more shots of Speed for my deadline. I've gone around getting shots of all the big contenders for the next race at Bayville."
"So now you're a photographer?" Sparky asked. "What ever happened to the BIG singing career?"
"Singing doesn't pay the rent for my apartment let alone keep food in my fridge," She told him. "I usually get a gig or two a week and they don't even pay that much. The road to stardom is a very long and hard one."
"So do you regret giving up racing at all?" he asked her.
"Well I race the Magic Phantom in several small races that are usually charity events," Style told him. "The purses are never that big if there is one and they're usually not on television or even in the newspaper."
"Sissy!" Sprital cried as he ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Oh my gosh Sprital look how big you've gotten!" Style cried and gave him a hug. "You must have grown two feet!"
"Seven and a half inches," Sprital informed her.
"You've been dying to tell someone that haven't you?" Sparky asked the younger boy.
"You bet!"
"Okay you two I have work to do," Style told them. "I'll talk to you later." Style gave Sparky a hug and kissed Sprital's cheek. Style got several more shots of Speed then put the lens cap back on her camera. She saw Pops looking down at her and she quickly put on her sunglasses. She pulled her hat lower and quickly exited the track. She sank down into the seat of her car and let out a heavy sigh. "That was a close one Racer Girl," she whispered to herself. "That was a close one."
Meanwhile at the garage for the track Pops approached Sparky to ask him who he had been talking to. "So Sparky who was that?" he asked.
"Oh just a photographer," Sparky told him.
"Just a photographer," Sparky said trying to keep cool.
"You and Sprital looked pretty comfortable with her, are you sure that she was just a photographer?" Pops asked.
"I'm sure."
Pops walked away shaking his head. He knew that both Sparky and Sprital knew the photographer. Maybe it would be easier to get the information out of Sprital. He shouldn't be to hard to get the desired information out of.