Then, suddenly, James's phone rang. He picked it up. "Hello…" he began, but there was a beeping noise, and another voice yelled "HELLO? IS THIS JAMES MASLOW?"
"Yes, I…" James started to say, but then there was another beeping noise, and a new voice was on the phone with an accent. James felt totally lost as the guy on the other end said "Hallo, ist dieser James Maslow, bitte?"
"James!" Katie yelled. She held up a handful of thousand dollar bills. "I sold one of your headshots, and some girl gave me $8,670.00" for it!" She and James did a hi-five.
"That's great!" said Logan. "So if you and Katie split it you'd each get $4,335.00! And…"
"Logan, go make yourself useful" Katie said. "Go back to the Palm Woods, and get my stolen phone collection. With all these people calling at once, we're never going to be able to get anywhere with just one phone!"
"But the Palm Woods is miles from here!" Logan protested. "So?" Katie demanded. Logan, looking insulted, ran off.
"This is amazing!" James burst out. "All I wanted was a modeling job!" "Well, this could definitely top a modeling job!" Katie agreed.
"So when do I start modeling?" James asked. "Not till tomorrow" Katie replied. "So we can relax." "How do you have a stolen phone collection?" James inquired. "You stole phones?"
Katie just gave James that I've-got-a-secret-and-I'm-not-telling look.
James made himself busy by gloating again. "Bandanna man makes Superman look like Elmo" James scoffed. Katie had to strain herself to not roll her eyes.
Meanwhile, Logan, completely out of breath, was dashing along the side of the Palm Woods pool.
"Hi Logan!" Camille called to him, as he passed. Logan skidded to a halt. "Oh, hi" said Logan. "I can't talk now. I have to, um…polish my…windows."
He tried to run off, but Camille grabbed him by his shirt collar. "Did I mention that you're a horrible liar?" she said to him. Logan turned red. "Look, you can't tell anyone, but it's about James's modeling…"
"Camille!" yelled Jo from the other side of the pool. "Come and see this!" Camille whipped around and let go of Logan's collar, and he sped off.
Once he got up to 2J, he wondered how he would ask Mrs. Schmidt where Katie kept her stolen phones.
Back at the modeling studio, James and Katie were talking together about James's plans for modeling. James practiced his poses, and Katie, doing her job as manager, picked out which poses James looked best in.
When Logan arrived, completely out of breath with the phones, James took two of them, and so did Katie. "Uh…there's some French guy on here…" said Katie, completely lost. "It's okay, I got it" said Logan. He took the phone from her.
Logan speaks French? Katie mouthed to James. "Que…um, voules vous?" Logan stammered.
"I wouldn't take my time learning French, when I'm gonna be a famous model, because, I mean, modeling is so much better than anything else…" James boasted.
"Your gloating is making my insides curdle" Katie muttered. They talked on the phones for hours, but Katie started to lose her voice, and Logan's brain was tired, because, continently, he also knew some Spanish, Italian, Farsi, Greek, and Portuguese.
James and Katie were both talking on two phones at once. "Why don't we take a break?" Katie asked. "Besides, James doesn't have to come back to model until tomorrow." "Good" said Logan.
They walked back to the Palm Woods. Everyone was waiting for James there. Jo, Guitar Dude, Camille, The Jennifers, Tyler, and Suntan Lotion Girl, who actually asked James for an autograph.
I'm famous! James kept thinking.
That night, Mrs. Schmidt ordered pizza, and invited Camille and Jo over. They all watched the News Channel, where they were rerunning James's modeling on the runway. When the news guy showed pictures of James's modeling studio, they all freaked out.
"How did you get that studio?" Jo asked. "We…just found it" said James lamely. But they were all in too much of a good mood to be suspicious.
"I don't get it!" Carlos kept saying. "How does the monorail work? What's it made of?"
"Hey, to get into the house, the monorail has to go into a hole in the roof!" Logan said excitedly. "They had holes in their roofs in ancient Sumer, and they would climb into ladders to get inside!"
James looked at Logan. "Logan, do you want me to drop your Social Studies book down the garbage disposal again?" James asked.
"And how are there flowers everywhere on the lawn?" Camille asked. "They're artificial" Katie explained.
As Carlos ate his sixth slice of pizza, he threw up. Katie made a face at him. She hadn't even finished her first slice.
Carlos wanted to watch Twilight Zone, but Mrs. Schmidt ruled that one out right away, so then Carlos put on Star Trek. "You're so obsessed with T.V." Logan told Carlos, rolling his eyes.
"And that's a bad thing because…"Carlos said. Katie thought Star Trek was really boring. "Come on!" said Carlos. "It's really fascinating!"
So Katie had grabbed a blanket, and fallen asleep on the couch. "Who's the baldie flying the ship thingie?" James asked, pointing to the screen.
"Do all of you hate Star Trek?" Carlos moaned.
Star Trek was boring everyone. James took his bandannas out, and started to arrange them in piles. Jo was talking to Kendall. "…So I saw Carlos wham you with his hockey stick" Jo was saying. "I don't think hockey is that safe, anyway!"
Kendall frowned. "I'm assuring you, it's safe!" he said. "Well, unless you don't know how to skate…or if Carlos is really mad at the time. Jo laughed. "But I still think it's kinda…I don't know" she said.
Logan, who was really tired, did a little sigh, and his head dropped onto Camille's shoulder. Camille didn't seem to mind.
Then, just as James was drifting off, he heard a loud trumpet blare out a few notes. Then a drumbeat, and a whole band.
Confused, he opened the window. The music got louder. "WHAT KIND OF TURD-POT PLAYS A BAND AT NINE…" but then James stopped yelling. Because the band was for…him! The people had on James Maslow t-shirts…some of them were holding banners and signs.
"It's him!" said one of the people from below, pointing up at James with her flute. "WOO HOO!" a freckled trumpet player yelled. "LONG LIVE BANANNA MAN!"