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with her. he’s always obsessed with the weirdest people. like instead of being a celine dion fan he’s totally focused on Rene, her husband. he was the first person I knew who had ever heard of willa ford.
    anyway, darla is darcy’s mother. And she’s well knownbecause darcy barely makes a move without darla moving right alongside her. like it tones down her hoochiness or something. like if her own mother doesn’t have a problem with darcy practically stripping onstage, then the rest of the world will be cool with it, too. I mean, people think Pashmina is way sluttier … I wonder if it’s because her mother is never around. I mean, they both do the thong-with-chaps look, only for some reason it just looks nastier on Pashmina. I don’t get it.
    anyway I wouldn’t know what darla’s really like because I didn’t meet darla. so I said, “I didn’t meet darla.”
    so then Tito goes, “Are they real?” and I knew he was talking about her boobs. I go, “I don’t know but all I’m saying is they don’t really move. I mean, they move, but they don’t move, that makes sense, right? anyway darcy borrowed my belly button ring.”
    ew, I hope you purelled, said tito.
    call me when you wake up, I go. or I’ll call you. that’s all for now. i’ll fill you in on all the fabulosity tomorrow.
    SUNDAY JUNE 2
    MY ROOM, 3 PM
    Outfit: I’m trying to pack so I’ve been doing costume changes for the last hour. I wonder how many shoes I’ll need. good thing I’ll be making plenty of cash. I can buy new shoes in every city!
    Hair: ponytail, high and sloppy
    Mood: so, so psyched.
    Fortune: Begin at the beginning.

    tito and I spent the morning out back in his yard putting tea in our hair. it’s supposed to make it shiny or something. we didn’t know what kind of tea to use so we just made nestea iced tea and poured it on our heads. no lemon tho. we learned the Sun-In lesson YEARS ago.
    the first thing he said was, How much are you going to make?
    and I said, way more than enough. trust me.
    tito wiped a fake tear from his cheek. he goes, My baby’s going to be rich. come here, come give me a hug.
    I did.
    then I filled him in on all of yesterday’s details. and as dad would have said, “it went a little something like THIS:”
    the whole time we drove up to LA evan and mom were arguing about how he has to stay in school all summer long. i kinda felt bad for him but i agree with her. Imean he messed up big time so he really should stick to the rules for a while. he knows it, too. he’s just whining.
    anyway they dropped me off at this random studio in Santa Monica. Eileen had emailed me the address. the door was totally locked and there was no buzzer or anything. I knew I wasn’t late so I told mom and evan to just leave and just sat on my backpack and scarfed down the second powerbar of the morning. I was, as tito’s mother always says, nerviosa!
    My level of nervousness for the pop stars audition was nothing compared to this. I sat on that curb for what felt like hours.
    I didn’t have my watch on me and I left my cellie in the car so I had no idea what time it was. what if I got the wrong day? what if they changed their minds? what if this was all a practical joke after all?
    i was about to get up and leave when this cool-looking asian woman with spiked hair, black jeans, a leather blazer, and square glasses starts screaming, “Kelly? Kelly Kimball! Hey! Kelly! Whasssup Kelly! Woo-hoo!”
    I was like whoa! who is that and how does she know me?
    she came closer. she started talking, really really really fast. Like a cartoon. “I’m so psyched you made it! I was seriously bumming out when shania … that’s the backup dancer you’re replacing … well auditioning to replace … shania tore three ligaments on tuesdaynight and even though we tried really hard to get her