Reggie smiled mischievously. “In other words, I get to be the star.”
“Well, I guess I better watch my back.” A few of the other kids chuckled, gazing at me and Erin in admiration for having won the parts. Nobody seemed to mind that Reggie had his hand on my shoulder as we stared at the roster together. Not even me.
“That’s right,” said Reggie. ”There’s an understudy performance where I’ll show you how it’s really done. You and Erin are bound by theatrical tradition to come and applaud as loud as you can.” Reggie shook my hand to seal the bargain and again there was that electric touch, but different from the one with Jim. That was history; this was the future. Well, a possible future I mean; Reggie was just a sophomore after all.
“Hey, we’re heading for ice cream at Coney’s Island to ce
