CHAPTER 8
In the hall on the way to 7th period, Bo was talking to Jenny. Mackie caught up with them.
"Hear you're doing the show this year," Mackie said, pushing his black glasses tight to his face.
"Are you?" Bo asked.
"Me? Nah," said Mackie.
"I thought you were the most talented performer last year, Walter," Jenny said.
"Totally," Bo said.
"Really?" said Mackie.
"Dude, problem!" said Jimmy, suddenly showing up.
"You know what?" Bo said. "I've been feeling real good today, all day. Except for you keep on sticking problems in my face."
"I'm at the sign up table, and there's this list of rules," Jimmy said. "Type of song you can't play, what you can't wear, that stuff. We're okay until I get to the bottom of the sheet, where it says: Names of acts cannot contain the word 'Huckabee'."
"That's ridiculous!" said Mackie.
"Old Man Riggins and his stupid rules," said Bo.
"Someone did say he worked for the police department when he was younger," Jenny said.
"Really?" Bo said. "I thought he taught history over at Del B."
"Whatever!" Jimmy said.
"Okay, here's what we do," said Bo. "We'll go get a couple shakes after school. Sit down, think nice and clear. Figure out another name. Then come back and sign up. We still have until five."
"We don't want to cut it too close though," Jimmy said. "No exceptions with Old Man Riggins."
"Relax," Bo said.
