TV Stars!. Fiona Cummings

of things started spilling on to the ground: a fat notebook with all its pages hanging out, a Mickey Mouse purse, three lipsticks (one without a top), a chequebook covered in gooey red stuff (lipstick probably) and finally a fat bunch of keys.

      â€œAh, here we are!” she said triumphantly, holding them up for us all to see. “Now which do you suppose opens the door?”

      â€œWe’ll be here all night!” muttered Kenny, who had reappeared at the sound of all the commotion.

      Frankie and Rosie looked as though they could hardly believe their eyes. But they weren’t giggling or anything, which is what we normally do. They looked totally engrossed. Fliss was looking a bit apprehensive, but then when you have a mum who’s as organised and colour-coordinated as Fliss’s, I expect seeing someone so outrageous is a bit of a shock to the system.

      By this time Daniel had stepped forward, found the right key and opened the door.

      â€œIn we go, in we go, in we go!” sang the woman.

      When we were all finally in the hall she introduced herself.

      â€œMy name’s Angel, and it’s fab to see so many of you here. Some of you I know…” (she turned to smile at Daniel and his friends) “but lots of you I don’t. So let’s all introduce ourselves to each other.”

      First of all we had to go round and say hello to everyone and tell them what we were called and how old we were. Then we had to sit in a circle and take it in turns to introduce ourselves to the whole group. Rosie got a bit panicked about that and her words wouldn’t come out at all. She sounded as though she’d swallowed a dishcloth. Angel was really brilliant though, she didn’t get angry or anything. She was really reassuring and told her that it was OK to be nervous. Besides, a few of the other kids clammed up too.

      Kenny wasn’t nervous at all. When she introduced herself, she said that the most important thing in the world to her was football. You could tell by the way she said it that she thought drama classes were just a bit of a laugh.

      â€œYou know, that’s really interesting, Kenny,” said Angel when she’d finished, “because I always think that acting’s a lot like playing football.”

      Kenny’s ears pricked up as soon as she said that!

      â€œFootballers train all week for one match, don’t they? Well, actors rehearse for a play and then they’re on, in front of a crowd. It’s the same adrenalin buzz. Actors have to react quickly to situations, just as footballers have to know which shot to make when two defenders are haring towards them.”

      Kenny was definitely interested now. As long as something’s similar to football, it’s all right with her!

      After that, Angel split us up into smaller groups. We all made sure that we were together, and Juliet, one of the older girls, came to join us.

      â€œHow do you know Angel?” Frankie asked her.

      â€œShe did a drama workshop at school,” Juliet told us, “and it was so great that I started doing the courses she runs at weekends and in the holidays.”

      â€œDo you go to Cuddington Comprehensive?” asked Rosie.

      â€œSure do!”

      â€œDo you know Tom Collins then?” I asked.

      â€œOh don’t tell me that you like him too! Isn’t he gorgeous? I think he’d make a really good actor. He looks a bit like Brad Pitt, don’t you think? I keep trying to persuade him to come along to the workshops, but he won’t!” declared Juliet with a giggle.

      Kenny and Frankie were both sniggering. I couldn’t believe that my stupid brother could have such an effect on girls. I mean, Juliet looked normal enough, but there must be something seriously wrong with her if she fancied Tom.

      But before I could say anything, Fliss shrieked, “Lyndz doesn’t like Tom – he’s her brother!”

      You ought to have seen poor Juliet’s face. Talk about beetroot! She just didn’t know where to put herself. For the rest of the class she was sort of distracted and didn’t take much part in the role-playing we were doing.

      When we left she came up to me and said, “Don’t tell Tom what I told you, will you? But try to persuade him to come along to the class next week.”

      Yeah, right! Some hope! The last place he would want to be is somewhere with his kid sister. And I wouldn’t want him to come anyway. I was definitely going to go back though, because we’d had a totally cool time. Angel was great and everybody was really friendly. The others thought so too.

      â€œThat was so fab!” squealed Rosie, who had got over her dishcloth mouth.

      â€œWhat did I tell you!” said Fliss smugly. “I knew it would be brilliant!”

      â€œAnd Angel seems to know a lot about football too,” said Kenny admiringly. She started to speak like Angel, in a really deep voice. “If we go on like this we’ll be starring in the next blockbuster movie – no problem, darlings!”

      For the next week we pretended to be Angel all the time. We even tried to perfect her laugh, which was sort of all thick like treacle.

      The drama classes were our highlight of the week. We were doing something we were all interested in, and we were doing it all together. For once we were all happy and we didn’t fall out at all.

      Well, surprise, surprise – that didn’t last for long!

      

      For the first couple of weeks, everything we did at Angel’s drama class was completely new to us. I’d thought we might have to learn loads of lines for a play, and I’m no good at that. In school plays I always end up as a tree or something because I’m hopeless at remembering lots of words. Well, Angel’s class wasn’t like that at all. We did loads of improvisation exercises which were really great. Sometimes we split into twos, and one of us was a hairdresser and the other was the client who’d just been given a disastrous perm. Or we were in a big group and we had to act out an emotion, like being happy or sad, and everyone had to guess what it was and then copy what we’d done.

      One class was so funny. Angel asked us to pretend that we were angry ducks. I know that it sounds weird, but Angel likes to make you look at the world a bit differently. Anyway, everyone in the class was waddling around the room quacking in people’s faces. It was a riot. Well, when I say everyone, what I mean is everyone except Kenny. She was making screeching noises and going “BEEP BEEP!” at the top of her voice. It was hil-arious.

      Eventually Angel stopped the class and asked Kenny to show everyone her interpretation. Well there she was, screeching and beeping, and everyone just fell about laughing.

      â€œThat’s very interesting Kenny,” said Angel, trying not to laugh herself. “Can you just remind everybody what that was?”

      Kenny looked kind of embarrassed. “An angry truck,” she said. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

      Frankie and I just totally collapsed into fits of giggles. It’s a wonder I didn’t get hiccups.

      â€œThat’s what I thought she’d said,” explained Kenny, sounding a bit injured when she came to sit down next to us.

      â€œDidn’t you realise that everyone else was pretending to be a duck?” gasped Rosie, still holding her sides and giggling.

      â€œI was so into being a truck, I didn’t notice what anyone else was doing,” admitted Kenny. “But I was good, wasn’t I?”

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