"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 005 - Sunset Reunion (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

"Did you send in your application to the Peace Corps?" Sam asked.
"No," Emma admitted, staring down at her lap. "I probably couldn't ever do it. It's just a stupid dream."
Sam jumped up. "God, are we boring or what? Here we are, three incredibly fine babes on vacation, and we're sitting in a hotel room moaning and groaning. Let's go find some fun! Let's go get wild!"
"I thought you had two shows to do," Emma said.
"True," Sam agreed, checking her hair in the mirror over the dresser, "and I've got to get over there. But after that, the sky is the limit! No cute guy in Orlando is safe tonight!" she predicted. "Why, you may ask?"
"Why?" Carrie and Emma asked on cue.
"Because we rule!" Sam crowed. "This is going to be some vacation. Am I right or am I right?"
"You're right!" Carrie answered.
"Righter than right!" Emma said.
"Good," Sam said. "One for all and all for one, that's my motto." She checked her watch. "Wow, gotta boogie. Listen, just hop on the monorail in about a half-hour. Ask at the information center for the Rocking Fifties Revue. Here, I got some guest passes for you. You can't miss me. I'll be the incredibly cute redhead dancing in the second row who deserves to get discovered!"
Sam flew toward the door, but stopped suddenly and turned back to her two friends. "I'm just so glad you guys are here, you know?"
The happiness on Carrie's and Emma's faces was the only answer Sam needed.
Carrie and Emma watched eagerly as the singers and dancers went into the big finale of the Rocking Fifties Revue. It was spectacular, featuring wild jitterbugging, lifts, cartwheels, and incredible singing. At the finish all six girls did handstands that flashed their colorful crinolines, and the guys stood behind them and caught their legs. The singers belted out the final notes of a rock oldie, and the female dancers cartwheeled to their feet and then fell into splits. Carrie and Emma both jumped up, whistling and applauding madly with the rest of the audience.
As the performers scampered offstage, Danny came up to Carrie and Emma. He was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, and was wearing rimless glasses. He looked absolutely darling, both girls thought.
"Hi," he said in his low voice.
"Well, hi there!" Carrie said. "You're off duty, I see."
Danny nodded. "I try to catch Sam's evening shows. I'm only Goofy during the day."
Emma smiled at him. "She was great up there."
"Wasn't she?" Danny said eagerly. "And she can sing, too, even though she's not very confident about that."
"You're a Sam fan, huh?" Carrie teased him.
Danny blushed. "She's talented," he said, looking down at his loafers.
"I am, aren't I?" Sam said, running over to them. She had thrown on a blue T-shirt and a pair of oversized white shorts held up with a man's necktie. She looked flushed and happy.
Carrie hugged her. "You were so terrific!"
"Did you really think so?" Sam asked. "I almost fell over in that handstand tonight, it was a good thing Trevor grabbed my ankles just in time."
"Trevor loves to grab your ankles," Danny said darkly.
"Are you jealous?" Sam asked him hopefully. _
Danny shrugged and looked at the ground. "I just know Trevor," he mumbled.
"So are you guys ready to motor?" Sam asked her friends. "The night is young!"
"Would you like to come with us?" Emma asked Danny.
"Oh, no, I, uh . . . I have things to do," Danny said, backing away. "See ya."
"See what I mean?" Sam said with a sigh. "He's hopelessly shy."
"Just give him time," Carrie advised. "He really likes you, and he thinks you're mega-talented. That means a lot."
"Not if I can't even get him to kiss me, it doesn't!" Sam said as they headed for the monorail.
"I love it here," Carrie announced as they climbed on board the high-speed train. "It's total fantasy land!"
Emma smiled. She was having a great time, too. It was funny, but even though she'd traveled to many of the most exciting, jet-set-type places in the world, there was something really special about this place. Maybe it was because she was with her friends, she thought.
"So, here's what I was thinking," Sam said. "There's a great new club in town called Stingray's. There's a hot pink Stingray convertible on the roof and another one inside the club. They play a fantastic mix of music, including a lot of oldiesЧgreat dance musicЧand the cutest guys in town go there. Most of the hoofers, tweeters, and wavers end up there every night."
"Hoofers, tweeters, and wavers?" Carrie asked, completely perplexed.
"Dancers, singers, and the kids who wear the costumesЧyou know, Mickey, Goofy ..." Sam translated.
"Cute," Emma said with a laugh.
"So, you guys up for it?" Sam asked.
"Sounds good to me!" Carrie said.
"Me, too," Emma agreed.
A couple of minutes later the three girls had alighted from the monorail and were walking down the hall to their hotel room.
"Whew, I'm pooped," Sam said, throwing herself on one of the beds. "I did four shows earlier today before I met you two at the airport."
"We don't have to go out if jrou don't want to," Carrie said. "We could wait until tomor-
row."
"Are you kidding?" Sam said, sitting up quickly. "Let me just take a shower, and I'll be a new woman. Oh, also, this new woman could use some clothesЧor else I have to go back to that prison cell I rent by the month to change."
"Sure, wear anything you want," Emma said, surveying the clothes she'd hung up earlier so she could decide what to wear. "The only problem is, you're five inches taller than I am. A lot of my stuff won't fit you."
"And mine will be too short and too baggy," Carrie said, opening a drawer to pull out a forest green T-shirt.
"I'll cope," Sam said, disappearing into the bathroom.