Authors: Yvonne Collins
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‘Does this mean we still have a chance to make things right between us?’ he asks.
‘I don’t even want to think about it until I’ve figured how to make things right for Solana.’
It’s not an absolute no, so he wraps his arm around me tentatively. I don’t shrug it off. Someone who feels as horrible as I do right now deserves a little comfort.
‘So how do you want to do this?’ Joey asks. ‘Should we warm up first or just get straight to it?’
I roll over on his bed and stare up at the ceiling. ‘I’m not sure. I haven’t done it before.’
‘Neither have I. But how hard can it be? We should just follow our instincts.’
‘If you want my opinion, you should talk less and write more,’ a third voice says. Joey’s father wheels up behind him and looks at the computer screen. ‘You haven’t even started yet. I put a roast in the oven when you asked if Luisa could stay for dinner, and I’d like to serve it today.’
‘It won’t take that long, Mr Carella,’ I say, sitting up. ‘We’ve got some good ideas. We just need to get them down.’
‘So get them down already,’ he says, shaking his head. ‘You two had plenty to say when you were writing
at
each other instead of
with
each other.’
‘This has to be just right,’ Joey says. ‘We’re trying to grab the attention of the
Tribune’s
city editor.’
‘Trying too hard to get noticed is what got you into trouble before,’ his father says. ‘Tell the truth simply and well, and you’ll grab all the attention you need.’
We have a good story to tell, thanks in part to Grace, who learned a few things about Solana when she worked on her schedule. The problem is figuring out how to tell it together.
‘I think it would work better if I typed,’ I say, getting off the bed.
Mr Carella intervenes on my behalf. ‘Let the lady drive, son. It usually works better that way.’
Once my fingers touch the keyboard, ideas really start to flow. Joey leans over me and makes suggestions.
‘Now that’s more like it,’ Mr Carella says, reversing his wheelchair toward the door. ‘Dinner’s at six, but don’t worry if you’re a few minutes late. Pot roast only gets better with age.’
By Joey Carella and Luisa Perez
Recent articles about the Chicago High School Literary Challenge billed Solana G.’s untimely departure from the final gala as a cheap publicity stunt. This is absolutely untrue, and it’s time to set the record straight.
At the request of Colonel Dunfield High student, Luisa Perez, Ms G. kindly agreed to perform a song from her first album, ‘Exiled,’ at the gala. The song describes her unhappiness at Dunfield, where Ms G. faced academic challenges. Yielding to pressure, she finally agreed to talk about her personal experience, in the hope of helping others.
It should have been an amazing event, but it was virtually ruined by two genuine divas, neither of them Ms
G. A battle of the sexes that began in a Dunfield column spilled onto the stage and turned the gala into a farce.
When the tone changed, Ms G. felt uncomfortable putting herself on the line by sharing her story. No one should blame her for that. It takes a huge amount of courage, even in the best circumstances, to talk about personal challenges in public.
As the columnists in question, we take full responsibility for what happened. We’re apologizing privately to many of the people we let down, but Ms G. deserves a public apology.
Far from being a diva, at the age of only 22, Ms G. is already a role model for youth. Six months ago she established the Maria Gomez Drop-in Center (MGDC) in memory of her mother. The MGDC offers children of low-income families a chance to learn about music. Open after school and on weekends, the center has a full range of musical instruments and volunteer instructors to guide hands-on training.
Launched with the proceeds of Ms G.’s first album, the center has already earned high praise from the community.
‘The MGDC is proving how quickly a child’s life can change when he finds something to care about,’ says Ms Betty Willis, a social worker with the city for thirty-five years.
Eleven-year-old James Furlong agrees. His fascination with the guitar has kept him out of the gangs that some
youths his age have already joined. ‘I’d rather practice,’ he says simply.
Ms G. drops by as often as she can to teach piano or simply jam with the young visitors.
‘I love Solana,’ says Jasmine Jacks, a budding singer at age 10. ‘She sounds like an angel.’
‘She is an angel,’ her grandmother adds. ‘And no one had better say otherwise.’
If you want to argue with Grandma Jacks, do it after you check out the MGDC. It will push the word ‘diva’ right out of your mind and make you reach for your wallet to donate.
The
Tribune
article is mounted on the wall at Mama Zeta’s, where we’ve gathered for the all-ages benefit concert Solana and Grace scrambled to organize after our article came out four days ago. Solana and several other local acts will perform, with proceeds to be split between the drop-in center and the Literacy Challenge Fund in Colonel Dunfield’s name. Judging from the turnout, the event will be a huge success. It’s too late to win the contest, unfortunately, but I’m happy to be part of something so positive. The past week has taught me a thing or two about priorities.
Joey and I are drinking virgin Cosmopolitans sent over by ‘the Dispatcher,’ the nickname of the bouncer who threw us out last week.
‘Half of Dunfield is here,’ Rachel says, joining us with
Jason. I notice they are holding hands.
‘Turnbull and Warwick students are still lined up outside,’ Izzy says. ‘It’s nice to be on the VIP list.’
Rachel looks over my shoulder. ‘Lu, your mother’s chatting with the mayor. Anything we should know?’
I turn and see that Joey’s father is also involved in the conversation. ‘They’re probably apologizing for us in case we didn’t do it thoroughly enough. Grace caused a lot of trouble in her day, but she never caught the attention of the mayor.’
‘That’s a competition you didn’t need to win,’ Mr Sparling says, joining us. He introduces us to Mrs Sparling, a math teacher at Warwick. She’s surprisingly normal-looking, with a blond bob and cool jeans. ‘Could I talk to my columnists for a second?’
Izzy and Rachel start quizzing Mrs Sparling, leaving us with Mr Sparling.
‘I’m not going to dwell on how disappointed I was over your behavior at the gala,’ he says, although that’s exactly what he’s done for the past week. ‘It certainly didn’t help that you skipped my final classes, Luisa.’
‘I only missed a couple,’ I protest. ‘I had a note.’ It was actually written by Grace. What good is having an expert forger in the family if you don’t take advantage of it? My hope is that by the time we come back from the holiday the worst of this will have blown over. ‘Hey,’ I say, turning to Joey. ‘Your remedial work for Mr Sparling … was that the column?’
‘Among other assignments,’ Mr Sparling answers for
him. ‘But I’m glad Joey has turned his act around this year. Unlike some people.’ He squints in Mac Landis’s direction. ‘Anyway, I’ve been thinking about “The Word”, and while you two messed up, I don’t see why the students who enjoy it should have to pay. So I’ve decided to run it again in the new year.’
‘Really?’ Joey asks, sounding excited.
‘Really,’ I say, noticeably less excited.
‘Obviously it won’t be anonymous anymore, and if you say the wrong thing, well, it won’t be pretty,’ Mr Sparling says, smirking.
‘Keith,’ Mrs Sparling admonishes, ‘don’t pick on the kids.’
‘You should try picking on
your
students,’ he says. ‘Mine came in first place. For a while, anyway.’ He frowns at us and continues, ‘Now, I don’t have the time to study every column for the nuance that could get your butts kicked – either by each other or by your classmates. So I propose that you both officially join the
Bulletin
staff where you’ll review and edit each other’s columns pre-publication.’
‘How will it represent my point of view if he’s edited it?’ I ask.
‘Figure it out,’ he says. ‘You’ll both have to learn how to be more objective and to take criticism. It’s a good exercise for anyone thinking of becoming a columnist.’
‘Well,
I’m
not,’ I mutter.
‘You might change your mind when you finish sulking,’ Mr Sparling says.
‘Keith.’
‘Yes, dear, I’ll stop picking on the kids. Luisa and Joey, you talk about it. I think you could have fun and you obviously wouldn’t mind spending the extra time together.’
Mrs Sparling takes her husband by the arm and drags him off to their seats.
‘What do you think?’ I ask Joey.
‘I think we should do it,’ he says. ‘What have we got to lose?’
How about each other? We’re barely back together, and working as a team puts pressure on any relationship. Still, this will probably be a far better test of whether Joey and I are meant for each other than my first experiment. ‘Let’s give it a try.’
‘Whatever you two are trying, it had better be G-rated,’ Paz says, joining us with Grace, Dan and my mother.
‘Didn’t you promise not to interfere anymore, Paz?’ I ask.
‘That doesn’t sound like a promise I’d make,’ he says. ‘But I’ll give you a break tonight because we’re celebrating: Gracie got a new job.’ He kisses her cheek and she doesn’t object. ‘Tell them about it.’
Grace waits a moment for the group to quiet down and announces: ‘I’m going to be Solana’s assistant. Just part-time, to start. I’ll be holding down the fort while she’s traveling.’
‘It’s because she did a great job helping to organize this gig,’ Paz adds.
Mom is beaming from ear to ear. ‘I’m so proud, Grace. Now, tell your sister about your other plan.’
This time, Grace is less exuberant. ‘I’m going back to school.’
‘Dunfield?’ I ask, trying to keep the horror out of my voice. That would mean we’d be doing junior year together, and as vast as the school is, it’s not big enough for both of us.
‘Yeah,’ Grace says. ‘I asked Buzzkill to put us in the same class.’
I swallow hard. ‘That’s great.’
Paz squeezes Grace’s shoulder. ‘I’m thinking of joining you. It sounds like fun.’
They watch me squirm for another five seconds before cracking up. ‘Gotcha!’ Grace says. ‘I’ll never cross Dumpfield’s threshold until Keira’s parent-teacher night.’
‘Grace is going to work with Solana’s tutor and take correspondence courses,’ my mother explains.
I reach out to hug Grace, and she holds up her hands. ‘No sibling PDA’s.’
‘Now, Gracie,’ Paz says. ‘Let’s try to get along with Lu. We’re all going to be living together soon.’
This time I don’t get taken in as readily. ‘There is no way Mom would crowd another adult into that apartment.’ I turn to her anxiously. ‘Would you?’
Grace answers for her. ‘There’s plenty of space in the living room even if we have another kid.’
If my mom is in on this joke she’s doing a good job of acting stunned. ‘I think we’d better talk about this at home.’
‘Gotcha!’ Grace repeats. ‘Keira and I are actually moving
in with Paz again. You get your room back, Lu.’
I heave a sigh of relief. ‘So the groveling finally worked, Spaz.’
‘I think it was my promotion that sealed the deal. I’ll be working days, which means I can look after Keira at night while Grace studies.’
‘Congratulations,’ my mother says, sounding a little hesitant.
Paz drops his act and reassures her. ‘We’re going to make it work this time. I promise.’
Mom hugs Paz, looking happier than I’ve seen her in a long time. After nearly four years in production, it looks like the Spaz Show has finally earned decent ratings.
The spotlight dances off Solana’s copper-colored camisole and black satin pants as she stands at the microphone. ‘Good evening and welcome. I’m Solana G., and anyone who attended the Literacy Challenge gala will understand why I wanted to make my own introductions tonight.’ She looks down at me in the front row and winks. Joey and I sink a little lower, and there are a few jeers behind us.
‘We’ve raised a lot of money tonight, and half of it will go to the Literacy Challenge on behalf of Colonel Dunfield,’ Solana continues. ‘It’s a cause that’s near and dear to my heart.’
She takes a deep breath and launches into the speech we wrote together a few weeks ago. When she’s done, the
audience springs to its feet, applauding. Solana smiles, tears shining in her eyes.
‘I had some help with the speech,’ she says, directing the spotlight onto me. ‘That’s Luisa Perez, a Dunfield student who has a real way with words. She and the guy beside her, Joey Carella, attracted a lot of attention to the Literacy Challenge with their syndicated column – a fact people forgot after the gala.’ She waits until the next round of applause subsides before adding, ‘I have a surprise for Joey and Lu that’s going to do wonders for
their
reputations.’
Mayor Grimsby joins Solana on the stage. He begins by acknowledging the great work Solana and Grace did in organizing tonight’s fundraiser and says that proceeds have given a huge boost to the Literacy Challenge Fund – even though the drive has officially ended. Looking down at Joey and me, he says, ‘You found a creative way to fix the damage you caused, and I tip my hat to you both. I also tip my hat to a school that’s turned its rep around this year. Since Dunfield has surpassed Turnbull’s tally by nearly ten thousand dollars, I feel I have no choice but to let your school take a month-long holiday as well.’