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real.
could this be for real?
what if it’s for real and I tell off Darcy Barnes’s manager by mistake?
    I stopped myself from thinking too hard. I was FREAKING OUT. I decided to be professional, just in case it wasn’t a joke. I replied to the email right away (I sent it to tito first so he could check and make sure it was written correctly. He’s always on me for not using proper grammar and punctuation.) “Hello. I am very interested in this opportunity but I do not know if I can be in LA on Saturday. Please call me.” then I wrote my phone number.
    anyway, she called me. I don’t have time to write it all now because I have to go talk to tito, but it was totally FOR REAL. this woman eileen wants me to audition on Saturday for a backup dancer spot on this summer’s Darcy Barnes tour. at least I think that’s what she said. it seems weird because it’s kind of late to be auditioning for a summer tour, considering summer starts in like a couple of weeks. I know I have work and everything but whatever, I can just tell them I’m sick. I don’t care. there’s probably no way it would ever work out but so what I get to meet darcy barnes and dance for her OMIGOD how crazy is THAT?!
    this is better than the pop star thing. way better. way, way better.
    guess Eileen is looking for some REALNESS after all! ha ha. :-)
    oh man I just realized. What’s mom gonna say? i hope she lets me do it. But what if she doesn’t? Ugh. can’tthink about that now. I gotta call tito. oh wait he can’t talk on the phone. I gotta get over there!!
    I cannot screw this up. I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot screw this up. I cannot screw this up. how am I going to get to LA?
    and what am I going to wear?
    FRIDAY MAY 31
    HOME, 8:45 PM
    Outfit: dad’s old cashmere sweater. it’s getting all holey but I’ll wear it forever. and gray track pants.
    Mood: overdrive. I can’t focus on anything. all I can think about is meeting darcy and not screwing up royally
    Fortune: There is no free ride.

    Ok. first of all, can I say thank god that trig exam was easyish because I didn’t study at all last night. And SCHOOL’S OUT!! (I mean except for the junior picnic next monday and another makeup day for that day we got off for the earthquake last march. or was it last December. I can’t remember anymore. but I mean, come ON. the junior picnic? I don’t THINK so.)
    now the bigger news: I’m definitely going to the audition. i have actually convinced Mom to drive me to LA tomorrow. It worked out really well because she has to take evan to go see this lawyer in the San Fernando Valley, which is like a half hour from LA. this lawyer dude might be able to get evan’s probation shortened, which it should be. I mean, he hasn’t burned anything down since that co-op. at least not that we know of. the kid needs a break.
    I wonder if she’d be as easygoing about the audition if she weren’t having so much trouble with carl. I mean, she seems totally out of it today. she and carl got into a huge fight last night. I guess he ended up sleeping infront of the tv because I came down to watch power-puff girls at 11:30 but I couldn’t because he was snoring away. and it smelled like farts. loser.
    maybe she’s only ok with me trying out because she doesn’t think I have a chance. I wonder if she’d actually let me go if I got it? It’s Darcy!
    anyway tito came by the dance studio today to help me practice my routines for tomorrow. the thing is, though, he was being really harsh on me. He gets that way, all perfectionist(ic?) and everything. he kept telling me I needed to get THERE. I was like, I can’t just go there on command and I can’t fake it. he goes. It shows. I go. That’s mean. he goes, “Aries need to be reined in every now and then, and they need to be told the hard truth sometimes.”
    but I think maybe he’s a