Withering Tights. Louise Rennison
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Название: Withering Tights
Автор: Louise Rennison
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780007352333
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The girl who had said “theatre in the round” was the big girl who Jo had fallen into the lap of. So perhaps that is why she was so au fait with theatre in the round. She had thick-framed glasses on and dark hair in a ponytail with a big, clunky fringe. So that you couldn’t see if she had eyebrows or not. She was looking at me.
I don’t know why, I had my knees covered up.
I looked back. I was trying not to blink.
She didn’t blink either.
I had accidentally entered a no blinking competition. On my first day at performing arts college. Things were hotting up.
Then the girl made her eyes go upwards so you could just see the white bits. Like in Night of the Zombies. It made me laugh. And that was the official end of the no blinking competition. We shook hands and she said, “Hello. You’ve got green eyes.”
I said, “I know.”
She said, “I know you know, but now I know.”
And I said, “I know.”
Two minutes later it seemed that everyone was chatting to each other. The zombie girl is called Florence, although her mates call her Flossie and she is from Blackpool.
I said, “Do you go on the pier and get candy, Flossie?”
She said, “Do you do that a lot?”
I said, “What?”
And she said, “Make really, really crap jokes?”
Jo and Vaisey said, “Yes.”
And she said, “I think I might like you quite a lot.”
A few people were doing handstands against the wall and the volume had gone up by a million when the door banged open to reveal a fat bloke. (I say things as I see things, and I couldn’t see the door any more, so I know I am right about the fatness.)
The bloke had little roundy cheeks, you know, the ones that look like there is a snack concealed in each one, for later. He was wearing a suit with a waistcoat. And a bow-tie. And he had tiny sort of piggy eyes. Or maybe they weren’t really piggy eyes, they were just squashed up by his cheeks.
He clapped his pudgy hands together. “Mes enfants, mes enfants!! Tranquil! Tranquil!”
Everyone did go quiet, but I don’t think it was because he had said ‘be quiet’ in French. I think it was the sheer size of his trousers.
He said, “I am Monty de Courcy, I have the privilege and the honour to teach you the wonders of theatre.
The magic of the-atre.
The language of the-a-tre.
You and I shall eat live breathe the the-a-tre. Let’s to work!”
CHAPTER 4 I don’t think I can go a whole thummer without boyth
Where is Martin and his tiny instrument?
In the afternoon we were told that we could have the rest of the day to explore, but first we would be given our assignment for tomorrow. We were to gather in the entrance hall in twenty minutes.
When we arrived, Sidone was playing a cello dressed in a velvet trouser suit. Sidone, not the cello.
Monty de Courcy entered wearing a top hat and stopped in front of us.
Was he wearing eye-liner?
He took the top hat off and put his finger to his lips.
Then he shook the hat.
Had he got a rabbit in there?
He beckoned to us, so we shuffled over.
And stood in front of the hat. Looking at the hat.
After about twenty seconds, Monty started shaking the hat and nodding his head.
Jo said, “Sir, shall we take—”
Monty shook his head and put his finger over his lips again.
Jo said very quietly, “But, Sir, shall we take—”
Again Monty shook his hat, raising his eyebrows like he had had a tremendous surprise.
Then he started winking and tapping his nose and raising his eyebrows all at the same time.
Then, he came over to me and pointed a finger into the hat. Oh…there were envelopes in there.
Vaisey looked at me and shrugged. I shrugged back. We all shrugged.
Finally Monty lost his rag silently and handed the envelopes out himself.
On the front of the envelope it said: Open me just before you go to sleep. Dream on the contents.
We walked past Sidone, still playing the cello, and as we passed she said in a whispering voice, “Girls, my girls…soft, soft, what dreams are these?”
She looked at us.
And raised her eyebrows.
I have no idea. What dreams? What soft?
We popped to the loos to find that Bob had pinned a notice up in there, it said:
Listen up, dudes, Dother Hall is seriously green.
THINK: Finished your bath? Wait! Why not rinse out your smalls in the bathwater? Bob
Vaisey went red because Bob had written ‘smalls’.
We all got together on the grass to eat our sandwiches. I was lying on my back with one leg over the other, looking up at the sky. I’m beginning to feel really great now. New friends, freedom and everything. I am ready to start filling my tights. I’m not a little girl any more. I am trembling on the edge of womanhood. As the rest of them were chomping away, I said, “I feel like I’m really growing up now.”
And I uncrossed my legs and unfortunately kicked Flossie in the back of her head. She nearly choked on her tuna surprise.
Jo said, “Lullah, are you starting to grow up from the waist down? Your legs are about a million feet long.”
I said, “I know, I really hate my legs.”
Jo sat up. “You’ve got cracking legs, really long. Look at mine.”
We looked at hers. I thought they were nice legs, actually, with dimples in her knees. Not long – well, short, to be frank.
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