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. . ' she
gasped.
    'Can you imagine us both prancing
about on that stage together?' I said. And
then we heard Georgia's mother put her
key in the lock.
    Georgia sprang up. 'Is it all right if we
tell my mum?'
    'Well, OK – but I think she's just a tiny
bit old to start auditioning.'
Georgia grinned and then we tore
downstairs.
    'Mum,' said Georgia, 'Tobey's got something
to tell you.'
    'What's that, love?' asked her mum.
    'I think it's best if you take a deep
breath,' I said, 'just in case you should
collapse.'
    Georgia's mum had this little smile on
her face; she often has when I'm talking.
She thinks I'm a bit of a lunatic.
    But as I started telling her my news,
that smile just fell off her face. And when
she'd seen the flyer too, well then she
jumped to her feet. 'Now, this is splendid,
oh, what a chance for you both.' She
scampered off and returned a couple of
minutes later with this big old copy of The Secret Garden . 'It was always one of my
favourite stories when I was a girl and I've
never let it out of my sight. But now,' she
turned to Georgia, 'it is yours.'
    'Oh, Mum, thank you!' she cried.
    'Now you've both got a wonderful
opportunity,' said her mum, 'but if you're
to succeed, do you know what you need to
do?'
    'Bribe the judges?' I suggested.
    'Work hard and then even harder. And
you must begin by studying the book.'
    Then I thought she was expecting
Georgia and me to read it together. But
instead, I was – in the nicest possible way
– being chucked out.
    'I think you'll read it better on your
own,' said Georgia's mum, 'and there's not
a moment to waste.'
    I was a little bit hurt at being asked to
vacate the premises so speedily. But just
as I was leaving, Georgia did give me this
really dazzling smile as she said, 'This is
it, Tobey: our big chance.'
    I just had one problem: I didn't actually
have a copy of The Secret Garden . And I
needed to know who was who urgently.
Would I want to be Colin or Dickon?
    I slipped into the library and found one
copy of it. It had a dead embarrassing
cover. There was this girl with her hair
down to her legs looking all droopy, while
a robin chirped away merrily on her
shoulder.
    I explained to the girl at the counter.
'I've got to read this book for research.
Can't say any more right now,' I added,
with a mysterious smile, 'but I'll have
this baby read before dawn breaks over
the horizon.' I could tell she was
impressed.
    Then came the bit I was dreading –
going home. And my parents were in meltdown
because I'd been gone so long. I
pointed out that I had left them a message
on voicemail. This silenced them slightly
as they're still not exactly sure how to pick
up voicemail and are embarrassed about
that.
    But then Dad demanded in a loud,
aggressive manner what I had done with
his prescription.
    I replied, 'Please, Dad, will you be mad
with me in a quieter voice, as I've just had
an accident?' Then Mum noticed my now
rather cool limp and asked me anxiously
what had happened.
    I filled them in on my lucky accident and
the auditions for The Secret Garden . And
do you know what my mum said? 'Well, it's
good to try these things, Tobey, but I
expect the standard will be very high.'
    In other words, don't hope to get picked
as you haven't got a chance in a million.
Cheers, Mum!
    Then Dad chimed in, 'I know these
companies are always looking for people to
help backstage.'
    So that's how Dad sees me – with a mop
and bucket, cleaning up after everyone
else has gone. With such confident
parents, how can I go wrong?
    Mum went on. 'Tobey, acting's not just
showing off, you know.'
    'I don't ever show off,' I cried.
    Then Dad nearly cracked a rib from
laughing so much. Tears of mirth were
falling down my mum's face too.
    I said, 'I shall end this conversation now,
as I have a book to read and memorize.
And I'd be grateful if you don't play the
weather forecast too loudly.'
    11.50 p.m.
    Just finished The Secret Garden . I was
going to skip large chunks of it but I didn't,
as it's all