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"Bruno  " whispered Jordie warningly.
Dinkman was turning purple. "What is it now?"
"Well, it's just that I have to know why we're confused and he's not,
otherwise I can't get into my character."
"You don't have to get into your character!" roared the director. "The scene
lasts seven seconds!"
"Look," said Jordie, "here's how it goes. This is a ruptured sewer pipe, and
we're watching these guys fix it."
Bruno was insulted. "And my character is too stupid to know that a ruptured
sewer pipe is funny?"
"No, no, no," said Jordie. "Listen,Academy Blues is about a guy who goes to
boarding school and really hates it. That's me. I've been stuffing things down
the toilet for three weeks now, trying to bust up the plumbing. "
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Bruno snapped his fingers. "The grapefruit thing."
"The point is," Jordie went on, "I've finally succeeded, which is why I'm
smiling. But you guys don't know about it, so you're confused."
"Are you motivated now?" rasped Dinkman.
"Well, no," said Bruno. "I mean, you left out the part where this pipe
breaks. How could it already be dug up if it hasn't busted yet?"
"Itis busted," explained Jordie patiently. "We just haven't shot that scene
yet. But in the finished movie, it'll all be in order."
"Why don't you just shoot it the way it's supposed to be?" asked Bruno.
"Because we're shooting it with a stuntman, and he isn't here yet, the lucky
sonofagun!" shrieked Dinkman. "You've got ten seconds to get ready for the
scene! If you're not ready,you're gone!"
"Bruno," hissed Jordie urgently, "on a movie set the director is king. You
can't argue with him. Even I can't argue with him. Paul Newman wouldn't be
able to argue with him. If Zeus came down from Mount Olympus and ended up
here, he'd have to keep quiet and listen to Seth. That's the way it is."
Bruno snorted. "Then Dinkman is a great name for him. He's a dink, man!"
"Okay  action!" The cameras rolled. "Cut!Cut !" Dinkman bounded onto the
scene, close to hysterics. "You!" he screamed into Bruno's face. "You're
smiling! You're supposed to look confused!"
"Well," Bruno explained, "if I'm with Cutesy, he and I are probably friends.
So I wouldn't be confused. He would have told me."
"Get off my set!"
* * *
In the hockey rink, Coach Flynn was winding down another practice of the
Macdonald Hall Macs. The season was almost over, except for the annual game
between the Macs and their archrivals, the York Academy Cougars.
Finally the coach blew his whistle and called the players to center ice.
"Team," he said, "I know we didn't do very well this year. But we can still
save our self-respect by giving it our best shot against York next week. Yeah,
they've got a better record than we do, but it's our home ice, and we've got a
great shot at it."
The boys all banged their sticks enthusiastically on the ice.
"Will the girls be coming over to cheer us on?" asked Pete Anderson, the
goalie.
Mr. Flynn looked embarrassed. "I don't think you'd better count on them.
Relations are a bit  uh  strained between our two schools."
Larry nudged Bruno and Boots. "Miss Scrimmage is suing The Fish for the price
of the shotgun, plus fifty thousand bucks mental cruelty," he whispered.
"That's enough, Wilson," said the coach sternly. "Now, I just want you boys
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to keep your emotions high for one more big game. Do us proud. Okay, a few
more laps and hit the showers."
As Captain Boots O'Neal led the team, first clockwise and then
counterclockwise around the ice surface, Bruno spied Jordie, leaning on the
boards, watching. Working up the biggest head of steam he could muster, he
streaked towards the sidelines, and stopped on a dime, digging his blades into
the ice. A shower of snow covered the actor.
Jordie brushed himself off, laughing. "It's a good thing Goose didn't see
that. Pneumonia is one of his favorite fears. "
"So," said Bruno, "how's my buddy Seth cooling off?"
"Pretty good," said Jordie. "He took all the footage with you in it, and had
it burned. They're all over there roasting marshmallows right now."
"I still say I was right," Bruno insisted.
"The director is always right," Jordie corrected, "even when he's wrong." He
looked longingly at the ice. "I haven't skated in years."
"Yeah? You guys skate down in California? I thought you just surfed. "
"I always wanted to play hockey, " said Jordie. He shrugged sadly. "I wanted
to play anything."
"So why didn't you?"
"Are you kidding? Goose even hides my tennis racket! He once caught me
playing touch football, and he got so freaked out he tried to have the other
players arrested! I'm not allowed to get a black eye, a fat lip, a chipped
tooth, or any kind of bruise that makeup won't cover. "
Bruno watched as Coach Flynn skated off the ice and clumped into the dressing
room. Then he scrambled over the boards into the seats, ripped off his skates,
and handed them to Jordie.
"Okay, Cutesy, let's see what you can do."
Delighted, Jordie laced on the skates, stepped onto the ice, and tried a few
experimental strides. "This is great!" he called. "It's like riding a bike!
You never forget!"
Wump!
"Oh, no!" whooped Bruno. "You landed butt-first! There goes the career!"
Back on his feet, Jordie began to move around the rink, gaining speed as he
boosted his confidence. The other Macs gathered around him, shouting
encouragement.
"Maybe we should put you on our team," said Boots sadly. "We need all the
help we can get against York Academy. They were third in the province this
year."
Wilbur pulled off his helmet and shook his head. "The only player who could
win us this game wears a red S on his chest and is able to leap tall buildings
in a single bound."
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