“Mr. Boudreaux!” Mrs. Nunns shouted. “Hello?”
“I’m depressed?” Did I just imagine a doctor’s visit? I came
out of my mind and realized I was still at Richard E. Nixon Junior High School.
I looked at my clothes. Yes, I was still dressed like Justin Bieber. Wait, Mr.
Boudreaux was me. Trey.
“Excuse me?” Nunns was becoming furious. “You are your son
are next to perform. What is the song?”
I looked over to Ben, also still dressed like a mini-Justin
Bieber. Something wasn’t right. I grabbed him and pulled him to the side. “What
Bieber song should we do?”
“I don’t have Bieber fever. I hate him. He’s a sissy,” Ben
started picking his nose while staring off at Terri who was watching her
girlfriend and her kid dance to “No Rain” by Blind Melon dressed as bumble
bees.
“Ben. One. Sissy is not a nice word. Two. WTF!? What are we
going to do? I’ve only studied Justin Bieber dance moves. I can’t focus,” I
looked over to Terri who looked over to me and smiled and nodded. That man-bitch, I thought. I wasn’t
going to lose to Terri’s crazy bee girlfriend.
“One. Sissy isn’t a bad word. RuPaul says it,” Ben said with
certainty. “Two. My buddy, Russell sales Adderall,” and out of the air Russell
appeared backstage.
“How many you need?” Russell came from behind a curtain. He had
a Prodigy t-shirt on with facial hair and Vans with carpenter jeans. Was he a
12 year-old too? I wondered.
Ben looked at me. I looked at Ben. “Just one, please.”
“That’ll be ten bucks.” Russell held his fist out and
dropped the pill into my hand.
“Ten bucks?” I was flabbergasted by this little drug dealer.
“Yeah, they’re 30s. Time release,” Russell was serious.
I gave him the ten bucks and he disappeared behind the
curtain. I looked at Ben. He looked at him. I took the pill.
“Wow. You took all of that?” Ben laughed.
“What’s your song!” Nunns kinda pushed.
“Let’s Hear for the Boy! By Deniece Williams!” I wasn’t
about to be out-showed by some bumble bees. I'm Footloose, baby.
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