Sleepover Girls on the Catwalk by Sue Mongredien

Author:Sue Mongredien [Mongredien, Sue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780007400850
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 1999-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

Next Thursday at Brownies, we’d just finished playing Up the River, Down the River, when Brown Owl clapped her hands.

“It’s the concert a week on Saturday – in case anyone had forgotten!” she reminded us. “Now, I know some of you are keeping your acts secret, so next week I’m going to ask each group to come and rehearse in front of me in a separate room so I can see how all of you are getting on. So don’t forget all your props and costumes, will you?”

There was a buzz of excitement, and everyone started mouthing secret things across the room to each other.

The M&Ms shot us smug looks and I saw Kenny making rude signals back at them.

I felt a nervous pain in my tummy. It was really going to happen! Suddenly I felt nervous. The fashion show had been all my idea – and if it went wrong it was all going to be my fault!

“Wipe that look off your face,” Kenny ordered me as we went out to meet her dad at the end of Brownies. “You look scared to death!”

“I am,” I confessed.

“We’ve got loads of time!” Frankie said reassuringly. “This week we’ll get it sussed, you’ll see.”

Sure enough, for the next few days, we were all madly planning our outfits and how we were going to fit everything into the show. By the time the weekend was over, we were starting to get a bit more organised. Rosie put together a sort of running order, telling us when we’d be coming in and out and giving us bits of dialogue. She’s good at things like that, even if I think her jokes are a bit strange sometimes. But at least we kind of knew what we were going to do now.

Kenny was going to start the whole thing off with a bit of an introduction, welcoming everyone to the show and introducing me as the star model (I liked that bit). Then we’d blast out ‘Spice Up Your Life’ and I’d walk on wearing my first outfit. I was going to have five different outfits, and while I was changing into each one, the others would wander on and do their bits, like we’d talked about. We hadn’t decided on the rest of the music yet – I wanted a Boyzone song but Kenny kept refusing to have anything to do with it. “I’m not prancing about to any of their soppy songs – I mean it!” she said every time I mentioned it.

We still hadn’t solved the problem of the M&Ms though. Kenny kept coming up with plans to “nobble them”, as she put it, but until we knew exactly what their acts were going to be, it was a bit difficult knowing what to do.

“Itching powder in Emma’s leotard,” Kenny’d say out of the blue. “Whoopee cushion under the gym mat. Fake dog poo in Emily’s ballet shoes.”

“Don’t think about them now,” I’d tell her. “Think about us. Think about the show!”

“We can deal with them on the day,” Frankie would say.

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