Chapter Seventeen

At nine thirty, my dad came running into my room.
"April! April!"
"What." I rolled over and threw the blankets over my head.
"The shooting of the video has been scheduled for Sunday, and the radio station called, and they said that they want you to do an interview with them tomorrow morning."
"What time?"
"Eight."
"It's Saturday tomorrow, huh."
"Yeah. I also was at a gas station, and I saw this magazine. I picked it up, thinking that you might want to see it. You have the rest of the numbers for all the girls so I can call them about tomorrow morning?"
"Uh-hu. They're all in the green book on my stand right here, in alphabetical order."
"Thanks. I'll leave the magazine here for when you wake up."
"Kay." Amazingly, when I rolled over, I was able to fall back asleep, which is very unusual for me.

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