I'm sorry this wasn't out yesterday like I promised, but let me explain. I left the house at about eight in the morning and didn't get back until eleven thirty at night. The others stories were already written (I'd written them the night before) so I was able to post them. Well, it's only a one day difference, so it isn't that bad.
"You WHAT?" Sabrina screeched, causing the seven others to wince.
"I went to Mr. Malcolm and asked if he could donate and he said 'yes'," Paris replied simply.
"That's awesome!" Sabrina yelled, hugging Paris tightly, "Oh you go girlfriend!"
"But why didn't you tell us?" Daphne asked.
"I didn't want to let you guys down," Paris answered.
Jeff smiled. "You didn't have to worry about that," he said, "You make us all so proud."
The other six nodded and mumbled in agreement.
Paris blushed. "Thanks guys."
"Hey," Nadine said thoughtfully, "We should hire a director or something. Someone who'll direct and cast and keep us on track."
"But that costs money," Brad said, "And even though we do have money, who'd want to help us?"
"Well," Keith said quietly, "I have an great-aunt that used to be the drama teacher at a high school. She'd do all the casting and direct the musicals they put on. I'm sure she'd do it. I'll call her tonight."
Keith nervously dialed the number of his great-aunts phone number. He really didn't know her very well, but his dad (it was his aunt) said her name was Stella Quentin.
"Hello?" an airy, yet elderly sounding voice asked.
"Yeah, it's Keith Quentin and I'm looking for my Great-Aunt Stella." Keith blurted.
There was a squeal on the other end of the line. "Keithy!" the voice shouted, "I can't believe it's you! I haven't seen you since you were born! You must be eight already!"
"Uh, I'm fourteen."
"Well just the more reason for us to get together."
"Great-Aunt Stella," Keith said hesitantly, "Can we get together for lunch tomorrow. I have to ask you a question."
"That sounds simply wonderful."
