Missy slapped my arm. “It’s the video they’ve been recording of us before they do any editing.”
“Oh.” I nodded, feeling stupid that I still didn’t know all of the movie lingo.
Mr. Panky continued, “I’m thrilled to see we’ve assembled the perfect cast.”
“Perfect cast, sir?” I said.
“Yes, my boy.” He stepped closer to me. “When I was a boy, I hadn’t an ounce of talent.”
“You didn’t?” I frowned. This made no sense. Mr. Panky was the ultimate entertainer. He had cartoons, music, and his own theme park. How could he even consider he had no talent?
“No,” he said. “What I had…” He paused as if wanting to emphasize what he was about to say. “…was friends. Good, good friends.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked to Craig, Kevin, and Missy. “Friends are the most valuable things in the world. ‘Cause you never know when you’ll …show more content…
I sunk in my seat a little. In the scene, Missy and I sat on a log, looking out over a quiet river surrounded by trees. The camera focused on our hands. Missy slowly walked her fingers along the log and to my hand.
The second her hand touched mine in the movie, Missy reached up from the tie and touched my actual hand.
I stiffened, both in the theater and in the movie.
She folded her hand around mine.
I bent my fingers, locking with hers.
I spied Craig and Kevin next to me. They busied themselves munching on a huge tub of popcorn. I looked to Missy. Her eyes were still on the movie. But the moment I looked at her, a smile slowly formed on her face, as if she felt me staring at her.
I turned to the movie. At exactly the same moment I inched closer to her on the log, I inched closer to her seat in the theater. And like the movie, she leaned her head down and rested it on my shoulder.
I smelled her familiar scent of strawberries, the same scent that hit me the first time I saw her when she flew into the chilly room and whacked me with the door. But fortunately, this time my elbow didn’t feel as
“Oh.” I nodded, feeling stupid that I still didn’t know all of the movie lingo.
Mr. Panky continued, “I’m thrilled to see we’ve assembled the perfect cast.”
“Perfect cast, sir?” I said.
“Yes, my boy.” He stepped closer to me. “When I was a boy, I hadn’t an ounce of talent.”
“You didn’t?” I frowned. This made no sense. Mr. Panky was the ultimate entertainer. He had cartoons, music, and his own theme park. How could he even consider he had no talent?
“No,” he said. “What I had…” He paused as if wanting to emphasize what he was about to say. “…was friends. Good, good friends.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked to Craig, Kevin, and Missy. “Friends are the most valuable things in the world. ‘Cause you never know when you’ll …show more content…
I sunk in my seat a little. In the scene, Missy and I sat on a log, looking out over a quiet river surrounded by trees. The camera focused on our hands. Missy slowly walked her fingers along the log and to my hand.
The second her hand touched mine in the movie, Missy reached up from the tie and touched my actual hand.
I stiffened, both in the theater and in the movie.
She folded her hand around mine.
I bent my fingers, locking with hers.
I spied Craig and Kevin next to me. They busied themselves munching on a huge tub of popcorn. I looked to Missy. Her eyes were still on the movie. But the moment I looked at her, a smile slowly formed on her face, as if she felt me staring at her.
I turned to the movie. At exactly the same moment I inched closer to her on the log, I inched closer to her seat in the theater. And like the movie, she leaned her head down and rested it on my shoulder.
I smelled her familiar scent of strawberries, the same scent that hit me the first time I saw her when she flew into the chilly room and whacked me with the door. But fortunately, this time my elbow didn’t feel as