“I’m looking for caller number ten, caller
number ten.”
Samantha
was glued to the radio, together with her friend Terry.
“Quick,
dial the number!” Terry said, as Samantha fumbled with the phone.
“Caller
number ten?”
Samantha
heard a click. “Hello?”
“What’s
your name, caller ten?” the voice echoed on the other end of the line.
“Sa-Samantha.”
“Congratulations,
Samantha! You just won two tickets to Bobby Dee’s concert this Friday!”
Terry screamed
next to her.
“Who’s
that screaming?” the announcer asked, laughing.
“My
best friend Terry.”
“Well,
you can tell your best friend that you also won backstage passes for a chance to meet Bobby Dee in person.”
And then
they both screamed.
******
DoReMi
Sing with Me
Samantha
couldn’t help but sing Bobby Dee’s lyrics all that week. Then on Friday, she was so nervous as she and Terry waited in the backstage
meeting room, she thought she might faint.
“I
don’t know what’s keeping Bobby Dee,” the escort said and she looked at her watch. She was a nice, friendly
lady who’d gotten them two sodas already. But Bobby Dee was late. Really late.
“Maybe
she went for a walk,” Samantha suggested. She’d read in an interview that Bobby Dee liked to take a walk before
a concert, to relax.
The escort
smiled, but she looked really worried. “I don’t understand. This isn’t like Bobby Dee at all.”
“Did
she say she was going somewhere?” Terry asked.
The escort
shook her head. “She said she felt like a snack. I have no idea what kind of snack though, or where she might go.”
“Triple
chocolate chip and mint!” Samantha and Terry said at the same time.
The escort
looked confused.
“Bobby
Dee’s favorite ice cream is triple chocolate chip and mint,” Samantha explained. “And there’s an ice
cream shop down the street from here. Maybe she went there.”
“Well,
we better go get her then,” the escort said and started walking. “Her fans are waiting. Why don’t you girls
come along, since you know more about her than I do.”
Samantha
took the lead, walking quickly toward the ice cream parlor. But just as they approached, a man in dark clothes came running
out. He got into a parked car and quickly disappeared down the street.
OPK 260
“I
guess that was ice cream in a hurry,” the escort joked, but her face was dark. “Let’s find Bobby Dee.”
Inside
the ice cream parlor, they found five people on the floor, including Bobby Dee.
“He
robbed me!” a man in a white apron said as he got up off the floor.
“I’ll
call 911,” the escort said, and she flipped open her cell phone.
“OPK,
260,” Samantha sang softly to her favorite Bobby Dee song. She blushed, because Bobby Dee looked up at her. “That’s
the man’s license plate.”
