and advise us about setting up our lights."
"Wow, that's great!" said Paul.
Beth nodded her approval. Jon would be a big help to the
club. His parents were Chip Smith, a sports director for the local TV station,
and Marge Whitworth, the news anchorperson. He knew all kinds of things about TV
production.
A tingle ran up Beth's spine as she glanced around tin room
again. Actually, everyone at the meeting had lots to contribute to the project.
She had a feeling that The Wakeman Bulletin Board was going to be a big
hit!
CHAPTER 2
"What are you going to wear on the show?" Shawnie
asked Beth. "We should coordinate our outfits."
The two girls were walking down the hall after the meeting.
The question stopped Beth cold. She had been so carried away
with the idea of the club's putting on a real TV show and her own assignment as
co-anchor that the idea of what she would wear on-camera hadn't even occurred
to her. She shivered as she thought about it now. She loved her own kooky
wardrobe, of course, but the wild prints and neon colors would never do if she
was to look sophisticated and professional. To make matters worse, Shawnie had
one of the most fabulous wardrobes in school. Next to Shawnie's, Beth's own
clothes would look positively awful.
"I don't know," Beth murmured. "I guess I
need something new."
"Great!" said Shawnie. "Let's go shopping
together!"
Beth brightened. "That's a good idea." She winced
as she realized that her allowance was gone and that she had spent her
emergency savings on two tapes the week before. Oh, well, she thought. I'll
talk to Mom. Maybe she'll help me out.
"Terrific!" said Shawnie. "I'll get my mom to
pick you up after supper, about seven. We'll go to the mall. Mom'll probably
hang around," she added, rolling her eyes, "but we'll just park her
somewhere with a soda and head off to shop our brains out! We'll look through
every single store and then pick our favorite outfits. We'll be dynamite."
"Yeah," Beth said uncertainly.
"See you at seven," Shawnie called as she dashed
off to her locker.
Beth nodded and headed for home.
"She can't have a new outfit !" Brittany wailed. "I have to pay for all of my clothes that aren't
absolutely essential! And I started earning my clothes money when I was her age!"
Brittany, Beth's sixteen-year-old sister, had walked into
the kitchen during Beth's plea to her mother. Now she was standing in the
middle of the room, her eyes blazing.
Beth whirled around and faced Brittany angrily. "Mind
your own business!" she snapped. "This has nothing to do with you!"
Mrs. Barry stopped slicing the apple she was going to add to
the dinner's fruit salad. "Girls, stop arguing!" she said.
"Sorry, Mom." Beth lowered her voice. "But I
was wondering if I could get a little advance on my allowance—"
"Absolutely not!" Brittany cried. "I never
got an advance on my allow—"
"Brittany," Mrs. Barry interrupted. "Please
remove yourself from this kitchen right now."
Brittany let out an exasperated breath and stomped out of
the room.
"Mom—" Beth began.
"Honey," her mother said, "the reason we give
you an allowance is so you will learn how to budget for yourself."
"But I've learned how to do that," Beth insisted. "And
this is very important. I'm going to be on cable! "
"And that's very exciting," her mother said
gently. "But I'm not going to give you an advance on your allowance,
honey. Between paying off Todd's braces and having the house painted last
month, we just don't have any extra to spend right now."
Beth felt her face fall practically to the floor.
"What about your blue dress? It looks wonderful on you,"
her mother suggested.
"I can't wear that!" Beth wailed. "I need
something that's—well, cool! You know, Mom! I need something really
professional and wonderful!"
"What about doing some baby-sitting?" asked Mrs.
Barry. "You could earn some money to buy a new outfit that way."
"But we're shooting the first spot on Friday!"
Beth moaned. "There isn't time
"Wow, that's great!" said Paul.
Beth nodded her approval. Jon would be a big help to the
club. His parents were Chip Smith, a sports director for the local TV station,
and Marge Whitworth, the news anchorperson. He knew all kinds of things about TV
production.
A tingle ran up Beth's spine as she glanced around tin room
again. Actually, everyone at the meeting had lots to contribute to the project.
She had a feeling that The Wakeman Bulletin Board was going to be a big
hit!
CHAPTER 2
"What are you going to wear on the show?" Shawnie
asked Beth. "We should coordinate our outfits."
The two girls were walking down the hall after the meeting.
The question stopped Beth cold. She had been so carried away
with the idea of the club's putting on a real TV show and her own assignment as
co-anchor that the idea of what she would wear on-camera hadn't even occurred
to her. She shivered as she thought about it now. She loved her own kooky
wardrobe, of course, but the wild prints and neon colors would never do if she
was to look sophisticated and professional. To make matters worse, Shawnie had
one of the most fabulous wardrobes in school. Next to Shawnie's, Beth's own
clothes would look positively awful.
"I don't know," Beth murmured. "I guess I
need something new."
"Great!" said Shawnie. "Let's go shopping
together!"
Beth brightened. "That's a good idea." She winced
as she realized that her allowance was gone and that she had spent her
emergency savings on two tapes the week before. Oh, well, she thought. I'll
talk to Mom. Maybe she'll help me out.
"Terrific!" said Shawnie. "I'll get my mom to
pick you up after supper, about seven. We'll go to the mall. Mom'll probably
hang around," she added, rolling her eyes, "but we'll just park her
somewhere with a soda and head off to shop our brains out! We'll look through
every single store and then pick our favorite outfits. We'll be dynamite."
"Yeah," Beth said uncertainly.
"See you at seven," Shawnie called as she dashed
off to her locker.
Beth nodded and headed for home.
"She can't have a new outfit !" Brittany wailed. "I have to pay for all of my clothes that aren't
absolutely essential! And I started earning my clothes money when I was her age!"
Brittany, Beth's sixteen-year-old sister, had walked into
the kitchen during Beth's plea to her mother. Now she was standing in the
middle of the room, her eyes blazing.
Beth whirled around and faced Brittany angrily. "Mind
your own business!" she snapped. "This has nothing to do with you!"
Mrs. Barry stopped slicing the apple she was going to add to
the dinner's fruit salad. "Girls, stop arguing!" she said.
"Sorry, Mom." Beth lowered her voice. "But I
was wondering if I could get a little advance on my allowance—"
"Absolutely not!" Brittany cried. "I never
got an advance on my allow—"
"Brittany," Mrs. Barry interrupted. "Please
remove yourself from this kitchen right now."
Brittany let out an exasperated breath and stomped out of
the room.
"Mom—" Beth began.
"Honey," her mother said, "the reason we give
you an allowance is so you will learn how to budget for yourself."
"But I've learned how to do that," Beth insisted. "And
this is very important. I'm going to be on cable! "
"And that's very exciting," her mother said
gently. "But I'm not going to give you an advance on your allowance,
honey. Between paying off Todd's braces and having the house painted last
month, we just don't have any extra to spend right now."
Beth felt her face fall practically to the floor.
"What about your blue dress? It looks wonderful on you,"
her mother suggested.
"I can't wear that!" Beth wailed. "I need
something that's—well, cool! You know, Mom! I need something really
professional and wonderful!"
"What about doing some baby-sitting?" asked Mrs.
Barry. "You could earn some money to buy a new outfit that way."
"But we're shooting the first spot on Friday!"
Beth moaned. "There isn't time
Similar Books
