âWow, I knew you were a Fashlynn wannabe but, whoa. How embarrassing. Donât you even have any clothes of your own?â
Yes. Yes, I did. But I wanted to wear my coolest clothes, the ones that would fit in NYC best. Which of course were Ashlynnâs shirt, jeans, and . . .
Oh no, I realized, this would only get worse. The dress I had brought to wear to the show tonight? Also Ashlynnâs.
At least when I was Summer Slave Iâd gotten clothes for it. But as Stage Slave I would get nothing.
I needed to do it. I needed stand up for myself, once and for all. I closed my eyes so I couldnât see her smirking at me. I took a deep breath.
âAshlynn,â I said.
âAshlynn!â a voice also said at the same time. Louder and more forceful than mine, thatâs for sure.
I opened my eyes. I had a quick glimpse of a woman in black sticking her head in the door. But thatâs all I saw of her because my attention went elsewhere fast.
âThey are driving me up a wall,â the woman said. âThe dog walker didnât show again. Here they are.â
âTheyâ were three little poofballs that she popped through the door. One. Two. Three!
Three little fluffy dogs! All of them were little, white fluffballs.
âOh, how cute,â I said.
And oh, how . . . spazzy! They were yapping and running right at me. And then three poofballs were jumping all over my legs.
âMother!â Ashlynn yelled.
âIâll be back after my nail appointment,â the woman said. âTa-ta.â
âUm, down, girls!â I said. âOr boys.â
They were jumping all over and licking my jeans. And my sneakers. And . . . I saw a little orange dust on one of the dogs.
Oh yeahâthe cheese-puff explosion! The dogs were going crazy licking the cheese puff crumbs from my clothes.
And not just licking, chewing. And ouchâbiting.
âA little help here?â I said. âAshlynn? Random dogs are attacking me?â
âTheyâre not random,â Ashlynn said, calmly applying lip gloss. âTheyâre mine.â
I leaned down to pull one off my shoe. And another one jumped up and latched on to my hair.
âYour dog is attached to my head!â I said. âCan you please call your dogs off?â
âDown, Bebe,â Ashlynn said in a bored voice. âDown, Barbra. Down, LeaMichele.â
The dogs jumped even crazier. Yeesh. They didnât listen to her and they didnât even acknowledge her. But they were all over me. And they were really cute, even though seriously insane.
Then one of the dogs rolled onto her back and panted at me.
âOh, cute,â I said. âIâll scritch your belly if you donât eat my head.â
I started scritching her belly. Then the other two dropped in front of me also.
Suddenly I was scritching three dog bellies.
âTheyâre totally annoying,â Ashlynn said. âI got them because I saw this Mera Padley bag? And I found out it was a dog carrier. So I got some dogs. But they wonât all fit in the bag, so it was useless.â
âAshlynn, theyâre so cute,â I said. âCome here. Scratch a belly.â
âUk, no,â Ashlynn said. âTheyâre getting fur all over yourâmyâTC Couture T-shirt.â
Her cell phone rang.
âYes.â Ashlynn rolled her eyes. âFine. I said, Fine.â
Ashlynn hung up and turned to me.
âTime for your grand tour,â Ashlynn said.
âOh!â I said. Cool! A tour! Maybe she was just kidding about me being her Stage Slave, after all. Or at least, whoever was on the phone told her to be nice to me?
Whatever. Iâd take it.
âFollow me,â Ashlynn said.
Ooh, where were we going? A rehearsal area? The dressing rooms? The costume room?
I stood up and tried to brush fur/cheese puff dust off of me. The dogs started running around in circles, yapping
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