by John J. Bonk
Praise for Dustin
Grubbs: One-Man Show:
“Lighthearted and uproarious.”
–School Library Journal
“Great lines… hilarious scenes… [and] a very satisfying ending.”
–Booklist
“Some of the funniest prose since Gordon Korman’s No More Dead Dogs.”
– www.myshelf.com
“[A] wonderfully enchanting book.”
– ArmchairInterviews.com
I scrambled back onto the stool, expecting to take it from the top a bunch more times. But after some whispering at the table, the bagel guy told me, “That’s all we need for today.” Not a good sign. I thanked everyone, and opened the doors to the waiting room. Sylvia immediately snapped a Polaroid picture of me and handed me a form to fill out. My legs were wobbly as licorice sticks as I hurried over to Dad and fell into my chair in a heap.
“Well?” he asked. “Did you blow them away?”
“Not exactly,” I said, trying to blink away the spots I was seeing from the camera flash. “It all went by so fast.”
“Well, chalk it up to experience. You’ve got your first big professional audition under your belt now. Not too shabby. How many sixth-graders can say that?”
“Dad, I’m in seventh.”
I was still catching my breath from the overwhelming-ness of the whole thing when the double doors flew open and Robbie, the cameraman, sprinted over to me.
“Dustin Grubbs, right? They need to talk to you for a second.”
I locked eyes with Dad. No words were uttered but we could read each other’s thought bubbles. They both said:
“!!!”