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"But what about a title?" Ashley insisted.
"We'll go back to that!"
"Okay. You're the Ч "
"What about making the first segment music?" I suggested. "That'll get us off to a good start."
Ashley frowned. "I don't know. You can hear music on any station. I was thinking of having a feature, like current events or something school-related."
Bo-ring! "What about a call-in segment?" I suggested.
Ashley thought about that for a moment. "Yeah, but you know some kids. They'll call up and act stupid."
"Yeah. The Alan Gray factor," I said. Alan once came to an art show of mine and put wadded-up gum all over the floor. He would definitely call the radio show just to burp Ч or something worse. Still, it might work.
"What about themes?" Ashley asked. "Like, a theme for each show? And all the segments
can have something to do with it?"
A great idea from Ashley! I almost choked
on my taco. "Uh~huh," I mumbled.
"We can play music related to the theme,
interview people, maybe find some archival
radio tapes."
Archival radio tapes? Puh-leeze. "Uh, why not just have kid guests. I mean, guests our own ages? You know, hold auditions, have people sing, read aloud, tell stories, whatever."
"Well, that could be part of it." Now 1 could see Kristy and Mary Anne heading our way. Mary Anne was eyeing us with caution. Kristy was more obvious. She looked completely disgusted.
Ashley, as I mentioned, is not beloved by
the BSC.
"Oh, Ashley/' Kristy said, with the same tone of voice she might have used if she'd found Godzilla sitting next to me. "Hi," Ashley replied.
"Ash is my assistant on the show," I quickly explained to Mary Anne. I had told Kristy about her on the way home from WSTO. "You're doing an art show?" Mary Anne
asked.
I carefully explained. I wanted to make sure Kristy and Mary Anne knew that Ashley
wasn't up to her old tricks again.
I guess it worked. My friends sat with us and ate peacefully.
Well, at least Mary Anne did. Ashley and I had to put up with Kristy's constant questions. But by the end of lunch period, I had written down our tentative format:
When I finished, I passed it across to Ash-ley.
Kristy was still spilling out ideas. "Now, the play about baby-sitting will not only be educational, but a good advertisement for us Ч "
"Whoa, whoa," I said, "not so fast, Kristy. You're not on the show yet."
"I'm not?"
"Well, no. I mean, we haven't had auditions."
"Piece of cake," Kristy replied. "Mary Anne,
you could play Ч "
"No," Mary Anne interrupted. "No way." As Kristy rambled on, Ashley pulled a pen from her backpack.
"What's that for?" 1 asked. "Your spelling," Ashley replied. "It's atrocious. And you also used the title we rejected."
I grabbed the sheet out of her hands. "It's only a rough draft, Ashley. And it says, 'Working Title/ "
Ashley just shrugged. "Well, 1 guess you
don't really need my help, then." "What do you mean?" "You and Kristy seem to have the whole
thing worked out."
"You just called Claudia atrocious!" Kristy
snapped.
"Not her Ч her spelling," Ashley replied.
"It's still not very nice," Mary Anne said
quietly.
"Mm-hm. Okay. Well, excuse me." Ashley
sniffed. "I was just trying to help."
"Yeah?" Kristy muttered. "Well, try a little
harder next time." "What?" Ashley said.
"Never mind."
Ugh. This was not getting any better.