Maeve on the Red Carpet Read Online Free

each other and squeezed our hands together. We both had been Artemia Aaron fans ever since we could remember. Her movie
Kung Fu Crazy
came out last fall, and it was the coolest! Seriously, it had everything from hip hop dancing, to amazing costumes, to hardcore kung fu moves … the kind where they do kung fu upside down on the ceiling. After
Kung Fu Crazy
stopped playing at the Movie House, Dad gave me the poster to put in my room. I considered it
inspirational
!
    “I absolutely adore this theater, Walter!” Artemia announced. “You were right. This is going to be the perfect project for me.”
    Dad gulped. “Project?”
    Artemia folded her arms and nodded. “Project. I’m working for the camp. I’ve signed on to direct this session!”
    Dad gulped again. “Camp director?”
    “Yes, Ross. Artemia and I have been dear friends since college. When I heard that she was taking some time off from L.A. and wanted a chance to see Boston, I knew this camp would be the perfect winter
project
for her. You know … a break from all that glitter and glamour. Of course the New York Film Academy was thrilled to have the director of
Kung Fu Crazy
. It was destiny!”
    “I was the thrilled one, Mr. Taylor,” she said to Dad. “This will finally give me the chance to spend some time with my son. He needs a break from Hollywood more than I do!” I glanced at the BSG. Artemia’s son was Apollo Aaron, the famous child star. He was only a cute little nine-year-old in his biggest hit,
Home Unsupervised
. Apollo plays a little kid whose family accidentally leaves him in a big mansion alone when they go on vacation to Nepal. It was a really cool movie.
    “He’s going to love getting a chance to work on a film behind the scenes!” Artemia added, inspecting the theater with sparkling eyes. The picture she saw was something wonderful—I could tell. It was what we creative types called “vision.”
    Mr. Von Krupcake began chortling. (I love that word! My friend Charlotte, who is a major word nerd, used it once, and I made sure to make a note of it.) “So you’ve definitely signed on for this session?” he asked.
    Artemia nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes, Walter, I’m
honored
to direct the camp.”
    Mr. Von Krupcake winked at Dad. “Well now, I think we’re going to have a real success here.”
    Dad rubbed his temples and looked around the theater at the piles of lights, broken floorboards, and dusty, old props. “I think it’s going to be amazing to have Artemia’s expertise, but I have to admit, Walter, I’m a little worried about this Movie House. There’s still a lot of work to be done.”
    Mr. Von Krupcake chuckled. “Don’t worry about a thing, Ross. I told you, it’s my pleasure to help out. Why, I’ve been coming to this theater since I was just a small boy.”
    I glanced at Avery, who covered her mouth. We both couldn’t imagine Mr. Von Krupcake as ever being small …
    “It’s all very generous of you, Walter. I just feel a little funny accepting such … generosity,” Dad confessed.
    “Pish posh. Not another word.” Mr. Von Krupcake put his arm around Dad’s shoulder. “Trust me, Ross. This place is going to sparkle … Von Krupcake style. And I don’t want to hear another word about it. Deal?”
    Dad’s face broke into a smile. He grabbed Mr. Von Krupcake’s hand and shook it. “Deal.” He got so excited, he did the same thing to Artemia! Poor Artemia probably wasn’t used to this kind of “regular person” behavior (sooo un-Hollywood), because she looked shocked for a second. Then she started to laugh. I loooooved her laugh—it sounded like bells!
    “Welcome to Boston, Ms. Aaron,” Dad gasped. (I think he was kind of star-struck!) “I’m honored to have you here at the Movie House.”
    “And me too!” I added.
    “Oh, this is my daughter, Maeve.”
    I stepped forward and held out my hand. But how embarrassing was this? My hand was actually shaking! I meant to tell her that I was