her.
For the first time since I started working here, I wasn’t looking forward to returning to my station at Tsunami. And it was all Romeo’s fault.
“Look what I’ve got!” Whitney waved four oblong ticket-looking things in front of my face so fast that they blurred and I couldn’t read them.
I was sitting on a metal bench in the locker room. It was the end of the day. Or at least the end of the park’s day. Everything shut down at eight. Thank goodness. I was so ready to go home. I wasn’t even sure that I’d come back tomorrow. The souvenir shop sold cheap little plastic whistles. Someone had bought a dozen and taped them all over my locker. Ha-ha! So very funny.
I’d pulled them off and tossed them in the trash. So I wasn’t in the best of moods when Whitney came in all bubbly.
I’d changed out of my bathing suit and put on shorts and a cute purple top that had princess written across it in little fake silver gemstones. I was stuffing my bathing suit into my tote bag when Whitney’s frantic waving began.
I grabbed her wrist to stop the almost-hurricane-force winds from slapping my face. “Hold on so I can read —”
She pulled free. “They’re tickets to a concert for tonight. Front row. Want to go?”
Not particularly, but I didn’t want to go home and mope around either. Plus Mom would ask how my day had been and I was afraid I’d start to cry. I wasn’t normally one who cried over things, but it had been a crummy day. “Who’s playing?” I asked.
“It’s a local band that you’ve probably never heard of. Doesn’t matter. We’re going for the light show.”
I laughed. “The light show? Why would I care about a light show?”
“Exactly. The fact that you don’t care is the reason that we need to go.”
I held up my hands to stop the madness. “Okay, start over because I’m totally lost.”
She dropped onto the bench beside me. “The park is going to have a Fourth of July extravaganza, stay open late — you know that, right?”
“Sure. Sean’s been talking about the different ideas they’ve been tossing around in marketing to promote the thing.”
“Since I’m in parties and entertainment, I’m helping to plan it. Charlotte is in charge, totally, because she’s the full-time permanent entertainment manager — but between you and me, she has absolutely zero imagination. Fourth of July? Fireworks. That’s her amazing idea. But everyone does fireworks. I mean everyone . So I’m thinking laser light show. And the company that I’m thinking we might want to hire is doing a light showas part of this concert, so I want to check them out.”
A couple of weeks ago, I would have told Whitney she was crazy to think that management was going to take any of her suggestions seriously. But she and Robyn had come up with the float-in movie idea, management had bought into it, and now every Thursday night, the park stayed open late and showed a movie on the white wall behind Tsunami — while guests floated in inner tubes in the pool. Like a drive-in movie, except on water.
So if Whitney wanted a laser light show instead of fireworks, I figured we’d have a laser light show.
“Going to this concert sounds like a last-minute thing,” I said. “And you got front row tickets?”
“It’s all about who you know. I called my dad. He knows people who know people. He had his assistant bring them over.”
She definitely didn’t live in my world. Robyn and I had gone to a concert last yearand we’d only been able to afford tickets in the nosebleed section.
“So do you want to come with me?” Whitney asked.
I didn’t quite trust her — which is an awful thing to say, but it was the truth. Four tickets, two girls. Was she thinking of playing Cupid? Maybe setting me up with a blind date? I liked to be in charge, Robyn liked to follow, but Whitney liked to make things happen.
“Who are the other two tickets for?” I asked.
“Robyn and Sean, of course.”
Of course. I
For the first time since I started working here, I wasn’t looking forward to returning to my station at Tsunami. And it was all Romeo’s fault.
“Look what I’ve got!” Whitney waved four oblong ticket-looking things in front of my face so fast that they blurred and I couldn’t read them.
I was sitting on a metal bench in the locker room. It was the end of the day. Or at least the end of the park’s day. Everything shut down at eight. Thank goodness. I was so ready to go home. I wasn’t even sure that I’d come back tomorrow. The souvenir shop sold cheap little plastic whistles. Someone had bought a dozen and taped them all over my locker. Ha-ha! So very funny.
I’d pulled them off and tossed them in the trash. So I wasn’t in the best of moods when Whitney came in all bubbly.
I’d changed out of my bathing suit and put on shorts and a cute purple top that had princess written across it in little fake silver gemstones. I was stuffing my bathing suit into my tote bag when Whitney’s frantic waving began.
I grabbed her wrist to stop the almost-hurricane-force winds from slapping my face. “Hold on so I can read —”
She pulled free. “They’re tickets to a concert for tonight. Front row. Want to go?”
Not particularly, but I didn’t want to go home and mope around either. Plus Mom would ask how my day had been and I was afraid I’d start to cry. I wasn’t normally one who cried over things, but it had been a crummy day. “Who’s playing?” I asked.
“It’s a local band that you’ve probably never heard of. Doesn’t matter. We’re going for the light show.”
I laughed. “The light show? Why would I care about a light show?”
“Exactly. The fact that you don’t care is the reason that we need to go.”
I held up my hands to stop the madness. “Okay, start over because I’m totally lost.”
She dropped onto the bench beside me. “The park is going to have a Fourth of July extravaganza, stay open late — you know that, right?”
“Sure. Sean’s been talking about the different ideas they’ve been tossing around in marketing to promote the thing.”
“Since I’m in parties and entertainment, I’m helping to plan it. Charlotte is in charge, totally, because she’s the full-time permanent entertainment manager — but between you and me, she has absolutely zero imagination. Fourth of July? Fireworks. That’s her amazing idea. But everyone does fireworks. I mean everyone . So I’m thinking laser light show. And the company that I’m thinking we might want to hire is doing a light showas part of this concert, so I want to check them out.”
A couple of weeks ago, I would have told Whitney she was crazy to think that management was going to take any of her suggestions seriously. But she and Robyn had come up with the float-in movie idea, management had bought into it, and now every Thursday night, the park stayed open late and showed a movie on the white wall behind Tsunami — while guests floated in inner tubes in the pool. Like a drive-in movie, except on water.
So if Whitney wanted a laser light show instead of fireworks, I figured we’d have a laser light show.
“Going to this concert sounds like a last-minute thing,” I said. “And you got front row tickets?”
“It’s all about who you know. I called my dad. He knows people who know people. He had his assistant bring them over.”
She definitely didn’t live in my world. Robyn and I had gone to a concert last yearand we’d only been able to afford tickets in the nosebleed section.
“So do you want to come with me?” Whitney asked.
I didn’t quite trust her — which is an awful thing to say, but it was the truth. Four tickets, two girls. Was she thinking of playing Cupid? Maybe setting me up with a blind date? I liked to be in charge, Robyn liked to follow, but Whitney liked to make things happen.
“Who are the other two tickets for?” I asked.
“Robyn and Sean, of course.”
Of course. I
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