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please? "
    " In the morning? When your eyes are all puffy? And besides, I have it on good authority that Cynthia Cameron is going to audition, too, and you know she ' s your biggest competition. If you don ' t look your best, she ' ll get the job instead of you. "
    " My eyes are hardly ever puffy in the morning, " I argued, ignoring the bit about Cynthia Cameron. I would deal with her later. " Besides, all my friends are going to be at that party. "
    A look of pain crossed her face, and she glanced up at the picture of Barbra Streisand on the wall above her. It said, " Best of everything to Sally Starre (that was my mother ' s stage name) from Barbra. "
    " After all I ' ve tried to do for you, " she said, sniffing back tears and looking at me again. " All the sacrifices I ' ve made so that my only daughter could have the show business career that I gave up when I got married. And this is the thanks I get. You can ' t even miss one, insignificant little party when it could mean the big break we ' ve been waiting for. "
    Some big break, I thought. It was just a commercial for the local television station advertising their summer lineup of children ' s programs. From the way my mother was acting, you would have thought that it would be shown across the country on all the major networks. She should have been an actress instead of a dancer with the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes, I thought with a sigh. But she wasn ' t an actress. She was my mother, and I could see that our conversation was going nowhere. There was only one thing to do. Go along with her until I could think of a new approach.
    Later, in my room, I tried to do my homework, but all I could think about was Randy Kirwan and the way he had followed me into the school at noon. I was certain that he had been waiting for the right moment to talk to me about Curtis ' s party. A moment when we could be alone. And now my mother was going to ruin everything by insisting that I go to the television audition instead of the party. She was at least going to try to ruin everything. No, I thought, shaking my head sadly. She wasn ' t actually trying to ruin things for me. She thought that what she was doing was for the best. It ' s just that sometimes what seemed the best to her was really the worst for me.
    I drummed my fingers on my desk excitedly. This was only Tuesday. Anything could happen between now and the party Friday night. And something would. I would see to that. A plan was already forming in my mind.
    I raced through my homework. I had something important to do, and the sooner I got started, the better. Throwing open my closet door, I jerked things off the hangers as fast as I could and pitched them onto my bed. Tops. Skirts. Jeans. Then I sauntered casually into the living room where my parents were watching television. I was about to put part one of my plan to work.
    " Mother. Would you come here a moment? I need some advice. "
    Since I hardly ever ask her for advice, she sprang up from the sofa. " What is it, dear? " she asked eagerly.
    I led her into my bedroom, then put my hands on my hips and sighed loudly as I nodded toward the mess on my bed. " I ' ve tried on absolutely everything I own, and nothing will do for my big audition Friday night. I just don ' t know what I ' m going to wear. "
    Mother looked surprised for an instant and then began picking through the things strewn across my bed. " Here, " she said, holding up my favorite blue outfit, the one with the knee-length pants and ruffled top that matched my eyes exactly. " You look gorgeous in this. I remember when you wore it to the Fourth of July parade last summer. You were stunning! "
    " That ' s just it, " I insisted. " That ' s last year ' s outfit. You know as well as I do that Cynthia Cameron will have on something new. She ' s bound to show up in an outfit that ' s the very latest. "
    I could tell instantly that I had gotten through to her. Cynthia Cameron was my age and lived in Monroe, a town a