Annabel vs the Internet by Annabel Port

Author:Annabel Port [Port, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781783524488
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2017-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

It’s time for my second show. As well as re-enacting TJ Hooker, me, my sister and Helen would also pretend we were in Fame, the American drama set in the New York school of performing arts. This show was amazing, so why wouldn’t re-enacting it be just as amazing?

I briefly consider flying out to New York but then I remember the recent hurricane. That’s definitely the only thing that stopped me and not that I’m reluctant to travel more than ten minutes from my home or work.

I decide to go somewhere more London-based and find a drama school nearby. I’m getting very excited about who I’m going to be. I always wanted to be Coco but I think I’ve always known that I’m more of a Doris.

When I get there, I go straight up to two women chatting outside.

“Hey!” I say, pointing at a parked car. “Do you want to dance on that with me?”

They were always dancing on parked cars in Fame and I have always wanted to do it.

The two women are surprised though. One of them replies, “Well, as delightful as that sounds, I think I’ll pass.”

The other asks, “But what if you damage it?”

It’s a good point. Why did nobody say that in Fame? I decide to leave that. Especially as it’s a bit cold and I want to go inside, where maybe I’ll find the cranky music teacher Mr Shorofsky.

I go to the reception of the drama school. There’s an older lady and a younger man in his twenties.

“Hello. I’m here to see Mr Shorofsky,” I say to the older lady.

She looks confused. I have to repeat the name. She tells me she doesn’t think there’s anyone there of that name. I assure her there is. I get told to take a seat.

I hear her asking the other receptionist about a Mr Shorofksy and then on the phone saying his name. I’m still waiting. To pass the time I sing “Starmaker” figuring that all the many people that are passing through will join in. They don’t. It’s very disappointing.

Eventually I go back to the reception desk to ask if she’s found him yet. She still claims not to know who he is.

“It’s just that I’m a pianist,” I say, “and I was practising a few days ago and Mr Shorofsky overheard me and heard something very special in my playing and told me to meet him here for private lessons.”

She’s looking at me blankly.

“Shall I show you a picture?” I add.

I’ve already got one on my phone from Google Images. It’s a very standard Fame one, the one with him sitting at a piano.

She shakes her head at it. “No, I don’t recognise him.”

I show it to the younger man. Also nothing. And then the girl standing next to me at reception takes the briefest glance and says in an American accent, “He’s a character from Fame.”

I feign confusion. “Oh, but he works here as well?”

“No, he’s in Fame,” she says. “It’s a TV show.”

“So he doesn’t work here?”

“No, he’s a character.

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