Zinnia! Bloom!â
At the end of the class Ronald pulled her aside and told her she would not be allowed to continue at his acting studio. He was nicer to her in that moment than he had ever been, which was confusing. âActing isnât for you, Zinnia,â he said. Zinnie nodded andsmiled and held her breath. He put a hand on her shoulder and added, âBut that doesnât mean you donât belong in the theater. Just think of all the jobs that need to get done backstage. Why, you could even be a stage manager one day!â
4. A Star on the Balcony
T he lobby at the Jill Dreyfus Agency for Young Performers was large and sunny, with big windows and a balcony that had a view of the Hollywood sign. A girl was talking on a cell phone out there. She was in a blue sundress, and as a breeze blew, her long dark hair fanned out against the green-brown hills in the distance. As Mom talked to the receptionist, Marigold scanned the framed movie posters on the walls. They featured Jill Dreyfusâs most famous clients. There was Max Jordan riding a bicycle into the wind in Race to the Top . There was Tamika Garcia driving a school bus in Field Trip Fiasco. And there was Amanda Mills making a face at herself in the mirror in Double Trouble .
Maybe one day Iâll be on this wall , Marigold thought, and the idea sent a shiver from her head to her toes,which were already tingling with anticipation. Actually, her feet were sweating so much she was slipping a little in her wedges. All the relaxation exercises from this morning had worn off.
Marigold was imagining what her movie poster would look like when the girl on the balcony turned around. Marigold gasped and grabbed Momâs hand when she saw that it was the real Amanda Mills. Marigold looked from the poster back to Amanda just to be sure. It was the same girl!
Amanda Mills wasnât just any actress. She was also a pop star who had been discovered on America Sings when she was only ten and now, at thirteen, had a hit album and her own TV show and was rumored to have landed the lead in the movie version of Night Sprites .
âOMG, Mom, thatâs Amanda Mills!â Marigold said as they took a seat on a big white sofa. âI wish I could talk to her.â
âGo and say hi,â Mom said.
âBut I donât know her,â Marigold said.
âWell, introduce yourself,â Mom said. âSheâs not talking to anyone.â It was true. Amanda had hung up the phone and was just standing there, leaning against the railing, as the traffic whizzed by on Sunset Boulevard. âWe have a few minutes. The receptionist said Jill is running late. Iâll be right back. Iâm going to find the ladiesâ room. It must be down that hall.â
Before she could think too much about it, Marigold took a deep breath, smoothed out her dress, and walked up to Amanda, who was now staring at her cell phone as if willing it to ring.
âHi,â Marigold said. In addition to her feet, her palms were sweating now, too. âYouâre Amanda, right?â
âYup,â Amanda said. âThatâs me.â Marigold couldnât believe it. She sounded exactly like she did on TV!
âNice to meet you. My name is Marigold Silver.â
âCool name,â Amanda said. She placed a hand on her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun, looked right at Marigold, and smiled. Marigold beamed back. Without all her makeup on, Amanda looked like a regular girl instead of an international megastar.
âSo I just have to ask, is it true that youâre going to be playing Seraphina in the Night Sprites movie?â Marigold asked.
âYeah,â Amanda said. âI just signed the contract.â
âI love those books! Iâve read them all like five times. Which one is your favorite?â Marigold asked, still amazed that this conversation was actually happening. âLet me guess! Whispers of Winter ? Or no, wait,