Page 49 of Signed, I'm Yours!
“You’re coming for blood today, aren’t you, Mr. Lewis.”
“Lewis? Am I not Mr. Happy anymore?” He smirks.
I huff again. Why does he have to smirk, smile, or grin every two seconds? It’s highly…distracting. I wish I could, like, punch it off his face. Maybe I will. I am a supervillain, after all.
“You’re a such, what the English call, a prick.”
“Just a tiny prick though. I don’t like blood. Or guys, remember?”
I stare at him for a moment. The moment becomes two. And I burst into laughter.
“You’re terrible!” I attempt to hide my face from him, but I’m not doing a very good job.
“I made you laugh though.”
“Barely. I was just laughing at how tragic you are. Not laughing with your sophisticated joke.”
“Uh-huh!” He points a finger right at my face. “You admit it was sophisticated.”
“I admit nothing of the sort—” I start when the trunk topples over and I see the girl stuck inside waving and smiling at us.
“Next!” I shout.
The next auditionee is a guy dressed like a clown, including big curly red hair.
“Oh God,” I groan.
“And who would you be?” Jack asks him.
“I’m Nosey-Boy!” the clown answers.
“And what’s your power?” Jack continues.
Instead of answering, Nosey-Boy pinches his bare nose, and it squeaks.
He waits. We wait. He squeaks his nose again.
“Is that all?” I ask.
The clown smiles and puts his hands out to his sides as if waiting for applause.
“Next!”
A young man walks onto the stage, groin first, and winks at me when he takes center stage.
“Don’t tell me. You’re Cocky Boy, and you can make your dinkie-dink talk!”
Jack cackles next to me, but Cocky Boy shakes his head.
“No. I’m Pyr—” he starts and snaps his fingers. Sparks come from them, and I shoot out of the chair like a spring.
“No! No! Not again! Next!”
I’m not going to burn down the Apollo, not after nearly burning the Lyric Theater to the ground last time. I can’t have two for two on my résumé.
“That was mean,” Jack tells me when the guy walks off stage, head first this time.
“Look, I may have set fire to the last theater?—”
