The Lonely Hearts Club
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"Exactly how many people are you expecting?" Dad asked.
Jen picked at her uneaten slice of pepperoni, "I have no idea -- fifty?"
"But fifty hardly covers the Club and the basketball team," Diane reminded us.
"Wow, you're right. I guess a hundred or a hundred and fifty." Jen started writing figures down in her notepad.
Dad looked over Jen's shoulder at her writing. "Come to think of it, Jen, I don't think the Bloom Dental Office has made a donation to the team this year. How about this -- you guys pull this off and I'll pay for the refreshments?"
Jen looked up at my dad with her big blue eyes, and for the first time all night she smiled. "Dr. Bloom, thank you so much." She got up and threw her arms around him. "I promise to start flossing every day!"
Dad laughed. "Well, that's just great."
I think that might have made his day more than saving the basketball team.
"Okay." Jen nervously bit her lip. "I guess all we need to do now is to let everybody know about the location change. We've got flyers. ... I guess that will be enough." She didn't seem convinced.
"We should make an announcement over the PA system," Tracy said, drawing a microphone on poster board. "Like Braddock would ever let that happen. I just wish I could find a way to get in there and do it."
"You can't," Diane told her,
"Well, I know that. I was just joking," Tracy responded.
Diane stood up. "No, I'm just saying that you can't, but I can."
I stared nervously at the clock before homeroom and took a deep breath to calm down. I hoped Diane could pull this off and that she wouldn't be suspended for it.
Since Diane was the president of the student council, she was responsible for the Friday morning announcements.
Usually, she just edited the announcements that all the clubs had submitted for the week and let other members read them over the PA.
Not this time.
Hilary Jacobs and I exchanged glances as the bell rang and everybody started to take their seats.
We had been distributing the new flyers all week in the school parking lot. We had to take different shifts to make sure we didn't get caught. One girl hung outside the school office with cell phone in hand, while two others monitored the exit closest to the parking lot. the rest of us were each assigned a row in the parking lot to hand out flyers. Another group came in later to make sure that nobody had littered so there wasn't any evidence.
To my knowledge, Principal Braddock had no idea that we were even still having the karaoke fund-raiser. I couldn't watt to see the look on his face when Jen presented him with the money on Monday. the buzz of the intercom sounded. "Good morning, everybody, and happy Friday," Diane announced. "the following are your announcements for the week. the Key Club's annual flower drive begins next week. Carnations are a dollar, and you can get. . "
I could hardly concentrate on the announcements as I was too nervous for Diane, I prayed that Principal Braddock wasn't too close by and that she would have enough time to do it.
"And, finally, please note that the girls' basketball karaoke fund-raiser on Saturday night at seven p.m. has been switched from the gymnasium to the Bowlarama on Cook Street." there was a noise in the background, but Diane sounded as calm as ever. "the entrance fee is five dollars, which includes food and drinks. We look forward to seeing you all Saturday night at the Bowl --"
The intercom went dead.
"You're my hero, Diane," Jen said as we headed into the Bowlarama. She was beaming as we bought tickets. "There are so many people here already! I've got to go check on the sign-in sheet for the songs. Remember, you guys aren't off the hook yet."
I didn't want to be reminded.
Diane smiled at her as she handed over her admission fee. "Hey, I took one for the team. Anybody would've done it."
I don't know how many people would've taken getting suspended from playing at Tuesday's basketball game and having her announcement duties revoked in such stride, but Diane was glowing.
We walked into the back room, and it was packed -- there had to be easily over one hundred and fifty people already there. The room was dark with white lights hanging down from the ceiling. it was sort of pretty, for a bowling alley.
I saw the stage up front with a big spotlight on it and a monitor to display the words to the songs. As we headed there, Jen ran over. "This is a total disaster!"
"Everything is great and look at the turnout -- what could possibly be wrong?" I asked.
"Erin is sick -- her voice is shot."
Wow, Jen really needed to chill out. With all of the drama the past few weeks, I really didn't see one person being sick as a disaster. "Jen, there are plenty of people who will sing, don't worry about it."
"But who will be the first person? Everybody who has signed up has refused to go first. Please, Penny, you need to help me."
I looked around and noticed that Tracy had made a quick getaway.
"Really, Jen, you don't want my help. if I'm the first person to start, the room will be cleared out."
"Please, Penny. Everybody looks up to you. if you do it, I'm sure the whole Club will, too."
Okay, I was wrong. this was a disaster. "Fine".
"Thank you, thank you. I totally owe you."
No kidding. I wasn't going to forget this anytime soon.
I walked over to the Club's five front tables. "All right, guys, I'm going first. Who wants to go up with me?"