I see weâre back in the Cheetah Girls choker business.
âLook! I already got the twenty dollars from Derek and Mackerel,â Bubbles says, jumping up and down. âWeâve got forty dollars nowâand counting. Here, you two try to sell two each,â Bubbles commands me and Dorinda, handing us each a pair of chokers.
âBet,â says Dorinda. She gives me a hug and smiles. I realize that Bubbles probably already told her that we talked on the phone this morning. Sometimes, Dorinda and I talk on the phone, tooâwithout Bubblesâbecause I think of Dorinda as a sister now. But
not
a sister that I sometimes
hate
âlike Bubbles!
âYou know, we should figure out how much exactly it costs us to make the chokers, so we make sure to charge enough,â Dorinda says, all businesslike.
Bubbles is right. Dorinda does have her eye on the ka-
ching
âthe cash register. Itâs really true!
Bubbles gives Dorinda a look, like, âHold upâ
Iâm
running this choker show,â which makes Dorinda squirm a little.
âI mean, we should write down all the money we spend for materials, um, just to make sure,â Doâ Re Mi says sheepishly.
âYeahâyouâre right, weâll do that later,â Galleria says, brushing her off. âFor now, letâs just roll with the duckets coming in the bucket!â Bubbles has taken command again.
We do the Cheetah Girls handshake togetherâbut inside, I donât feel okay about everything. I donât think Bubbles is serious about letting me write a song with her after school today. She just said that to get off the hook.
âJust a reminder, we have to meet Mouse Almighty and Freddy Fudge at the Def Duck Record Company office on Friday at four.â Bubbles is talking like
sheâs
our manager now.
âAre we gonna record?â Dorinda asks.
âNot this time,â Galleria tells her. âWeâre just meeting with the producer, so he can get to know us, and check out our vibe. The way the record company executive explained it, weâre just going there for a âmeet and greet.â After Mouse gets a feel for our flavor, he goes out and shops around for songs he thinks are right for us. Then he puts us in a studio to record them, and cut a mini demo tape.â
âWord!â Dorinda says, squinting her eyes. You can tell sheâs really interested in how everything works.
âWhere do we have to go?â I ask.
âThey have a New York office at Thirty Rock.â
â
Where
?â I ask again, annoyed. I mean, weâre not going mountain climbing,
está bien
?
âThirty Rockefeller Plaza, Chuchieâright by the ice skating rink where we used to go, back in the junior high school days.â
âOkay, BubblesâI didnât understand what you were saying,â I hiss at her.
Dorinda looks at us like, âDonât you two start again!â
Today, my last class of the day is Italian, which I donât really like at all. See, itâs kinda hard, and Iâm not that good with languagesâexcept for Spanish and English. Two is enough,
está bien
? Iâm only taking Italian because Bubbles made me do it. I wanted to take Spanish, but she got really upset with me.
âChuchie, you
are
Spanish,â she protestedâwhich made me feel guilty, because it is
la verdad
. But why shouldnât I take a class thatâs easy for a changeâ
para un cambio
? Itâs not like Bubbles is helping me with my homeworkâeven though I havenât asked her. But then again, why
should
I have to ask? She should
know
I need help!
Iâm not listening to my teacher, Mr. Lepidotteri, because Iâm too busy trying to write the words to âItâs Raining Benjamins.â It makes me feel so coolâ
tan coolio
âthat I am writing a song. Okayâ
trying
to write a song.
Now Iâm frustrated, though. I wanted to