I Represent Sean Rosen by Jeff Baron Page B

and before last night they didn’t even exist.
    It was weird being in school. No one knows that later today I have a meeting with one of the biggest movie companies in the world.
    The day was going so slowly that I told Mr. Knapp I have to leave history fifteen minutes early for a yearbook thing. I actually don’t. I try not to do this too often, but today I thought even a little less history would help.
    Mr. Hollander was in the Publication Room. I wanted to tell him about my meeting, but I would feel bad if I tell someone else before I tell my parents.
    School was finally over. “Hey, Ethan!” He was on his way home. “Do you have a few minutes?”
    â€œFor what? Acting school?”
    â€œNo. No more acting. I want to tell you an idea I have for a movie.” I wanted to practice. We walked to a playground a few blocks away. I pointed to a bench. “Why don’t you sit there.”
    â€œWhere are you gonna sit?”
    â€œI’m not. I’m gonna stand.” I wanted him to be able to see my face while I’m telling it, like the people in Los Angeles will later.
    It took about eight minutes. I kept watching Ethan to see if he looked bored. I couldn’t really tell. I finished, and it was very quiet.
    Sometimes I think I know what people are thinking. But with Ethan, I have no idea. It was so quiet. Then he finally said something.
    â€œI like it.”
    â€œYou do?” He nodded. “What exactly do you like about it?”
    â€œWhat do I like about it?” He thought for a few seconds. “It’s good.”
    â€œOh. Okay. Good.” I was thinking of more questions to ask him, but then he asked me one.
    â€œDoes Chris have a girlfriend?”
    â€œNo. Wait. I actually never thought about that.” I thought about it. “Yes! He does have a girlfriend.” I pulled out my notebook and started writing down a new part of the story with Chris’s girlfriend so I would remember it. Ethan got up and walked away. “Ethan! Thanks!”
    I finished writing down the idea and started walking home when I got a text.
    We
    It’s Buzz. Should I go play Wii with him? If I go home, I’ll just sit in my room and get nervous about the meeting. Everything is ready. Skype is working. I printed out my notes. I won’t be able to read them on my computer during the meeting, because I’ll be on Skype. I guess I actually can play Wii for a little while.
    Nah. Nothing against Buzz, but it’s a big day for me, and I don’t want to spend part of it playing Wii, which I don’t even like that much. And it won’t be much fun being with a friend, not talking about the only thing I’m thinking about.
    Not today but soon.
    I went home, but I didn’t even go into the house. I dropped my knapsack in the garage and got my bike. I rode to this little waterfall. Actually, it’s not a real waterfall, just a place where water falls from one level down to another. It’s pretty and I like the sound. I sat on the ground next to my bike for a while. I started throwing rocks into the water, but then I thought there might be fish in there, so I stopped.
    When I got back, my dad was home from work. My mom is at the hospital. She’s working an extra shift tonight. When my mom works the evening shift, my dad and I almost always have pizza for dinner. We both love pizza, and when it’s just us, we don’t have to have a salad, which is what makes it okay for my mom to have pizza for dinner.
    Dad doesn’t care what time we eat. When I asked him if we can make it a little later tonight, he was actually happy, because his favorite thing with pizza is TV and there’s a show we like at eight. Eating in front of the TV is another thing that wouldn’t happen if mom was home. Dad said he’ll time the pizza order so we’ll have our trays open in front of the set with hot pizza at eight.
    I went upstairs to get my room