Pfew! The Unicorn Club was almost finished, but we're back and better than ever. As long as I don't let the Unicorn s down. You see, we have to raise money to buy a hairpiece for our principle, Mr. Clark, cuz Jessica swiped his old one. No prob - we got jobs to get us out of that one. Then the roof caved in on the day-care center where we'd been volunteering. Now the center might close - unless the Unicorns save it. Where are we going to get that kind of money? Mr. Clarks new head piece was one thing . . .
That's where I come in. A movie director has offered me a part in his new movie. He's going to pay me enough to save the center (and still have wig money left) . . . but the script cals for an onscreen kiss with super-hunk movie star Brad Marshall! I want out! But if I don't beat my stage fright, the kids will lose the center . . .
Who ever said being a Unicorn was easy?
My heart was pounding . . .
The unicorns had gathered around and were eagerly reading over my shoulder.
"Oh, my God!" Mary shreiked. "It's a love scene."
Phil Silkin, Tom Sander's assistant, grinned. "Well, sort of. It's a comic romantic scene."
"It's got a kiss in it," Jessica breathed enviously.
My heart was pounding. A love scene? I had never done a love scene before. Comic or not. Suddenly, my palms were sweaty. What was I going to do?
"Who's the lucky guy that Maria gets to kiss?" Ellen asked, giggling.
"Maria will be playing opposite Brad Marshall," Phil answered.
There was an earsplitting squeal. Brad Marshall was one of the world's hottest teen stars. And major adorable. Skin the color of caramel. Long black lashes. Tall. Athletic. And just about the last person in the world I'd want to play opposite in my first love scene.