31

 

Brody Newhouse was an hour late.

“Those show-business types are all the same,” Nana said, as we killed time by playing gin rummy. “They only think of themselves. No respect for other people.”

“I beg to differ,” said a familiar voice, and Nana and I turned around to see the one and only Brody Newhouse walking into the room. Right behind him was my mom, who had a star-struck expression on her face.

Nana and I stared, both of us unable to speak. I’m not even sure I was breathing. It was the first time I’d seen a famous person up close, and I wasn’t handling it well.

Brody went straight up to my grandmother. “Who is this gorgeous lady?” he said, kissing her hand.

Suddenly Nana wasn’t so mad about the whole Brody-being-late thing.

“Rose Kellerman,” she said, doing a little bow, as if Brody were the king of England. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, truly,” said Brody. Nana sat down, a little wobbly. For a second it literally looked as if she were going to faint. I think she thought Brody was more famous than he actually was.

“Are you okay, Mom?” asked my mom, concerned.

“I’m fine,” said Nana, fanning herself with a magazine. “Absolutely fine. Just overcome with a bad case of celebrity-itis.”

Brody laughed, then turned to me. “The man of the hour.”

“Hey,” I said, extending my hand. He waited for a second as if he thought I wasn’t finished, until he realized I wasn’t able to come up with anything else to say.

“Hey, yourself,” Brody said finally. “It’s a real honor to meet you. Seriously, kid, I love what you’re doing.”

“Don’t let his father hear you say that,” said my mom. Brody laughed again. The man had unbelievably white teeth.

“So listen, everyone, I brought a few people that I want you to meet. Is it okay if they come in?”

“Sure,” my mom said. Brody whipped out his cell phone. “It’s a go,” he said, then hung up abruptly. “Just some folks that will help us make this story fly,” he explained to us. “Always good to build a little momentum before the show airs.”

A few seconds later, two men and a woman came in. One of the guys had a video camera, and the other was carrying a massive light. The woman had a microphone, a mirror, and the most well-brushed hair I’d ever seen.

“Hi, Jack!” she said, smiling and showing off her perfect dimples. “I’m Shaina Townsend. I do pieces for the network’s website, and I’d love to do a piece on you.”

I looked at this really pretty person who was interested in me. “What’s ‘a piece’?”

She laughed. “A video feature.”

Nana marched up to Shaina. “I don’t like the news coverage on your channel,” she scolded. “It’s sensationalist and inflammatory.” Then she examined Shaina’s face carefully. “But your lipstick is wonderful.”

As the two of them became best pals, Brody came and sat next to me on the couch.

“So, here’s how it works,” he said. “We’d like to do the show Wednesday night. Now as I think you know, we always broadcast live, from the kid’s house. So we’ll be talking to you on camera in front of a lot of people. I’m not going to lie; it can be pretty intense. Are you sure you can handle that?”

“Honey, I don’t know about this,” my mom said.

I tried not to let them see me gulp. “No, it’s totally fine.”

“You’ll do great,” Brody reassured me. “But it’s not all live. That’s why we’re here today, to do a taped interview with you. There’s no big intro here, no big set-up, just some questions. Should be nice and easy.” He pointed at the guys with the camera and light, setting up their equipment. “Don’t pay any attention to them. Just look right at me.”

I looked around the room, trying to convince myself to relax. This was going to be great. I was a hero to kids everywhere! Cathy Billows was my new best friend! Who wouldn’t want to trade places with me?

Then the bright lights turned on, the camera’s red light flashed, and Brody smiled the brightest smile I’d ever seen in my life.

“So let me ask you something, Jack,” he said. “We did a little background work over the weekend and talked to some other people in town. A lot of people, especially kids, support what you’re doing. But we found a number of parents, in particular a woman named Missy Fleck, who seem to feel that what you’re doing is extremely dangerous. What do you say to those people?”

A bead of sweat popped out on my forehead. I wasn’t sure I heard him right. Why was he talking to Mrs. Fleck? What did she have to do with this? Wasn’t this about me being a hero?

I didn’t know what to say, so I just said, “What?”

Before Brody could say anything more, Nana came storming over. “I heard that,” she snapped. “What kind of question is that? How dare you put my grandson on the spot like that?”

“Sorry, Mrs…”

“Kellerman.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Kellerman. But it’s important for us to tell all sides of the story. Mrs. Fleck told us point-blank that she’s determined to fight back on this issue, that parents need to do whatever they can to make sure their children succeed.”

I looked at my grandmother. She had always been a fair person, all for free speech, and she loved a good argument. I saw her anger melt away just a little bit.

“So you’ve talked to this woman, Mrs. Fleck?”

“Not me personally,” said Brody.

“Who then?” Nana demanded.

“I did,” Shaina said, walking over to us. “I posted her comments on the website this afternoon.”

“Tell them the rest,” Brody said.

Shaina’s eyes shined with excitement. “When I told Mrs. Fleck that we might do a show about you, she was shocked. She said there’s nothing newsworthy about a kid lying on the couch all day.”

Then Brody jumped in. “She also said that if the show happened, she’d hold a rally right across the street in protest. During the show.”

My stomach did a somersault.

This time it was my mom who stormed over and got in Brody’s face. “Are you kidding me? Can she do that? Is that legal?”

“Completely legal, as long as she has a permit,” said the camera guy, who didn’t want to miss the fun.

My mom threw up her hands. “I’m not sure this is going to work out.”

“Mom!” I protested.

“I’m sorry, I can’t have a circus going on here,” she said. “I’m going to call your father and see what he has to say.”

As my mom stormed out of the room—there was a lot of storming going on—everyone started talking at once. For some reason, watching everybody else freak out made me feel calmer.

“I’ll answer the question,” I said to Brody, and suddenly everyone got really quiet.

“You will?” Brody asked.

“Yes.” I shifted in my seat. “I’m sure Mrs. Fleck loves her kids very much. And her daughter, Lucy, is really amazing at a lot of different things.”

“Great,” said Brody. “That’s a cut.” The lighting guy turned off his giant light.

“I’m not finished,” I said. The guy turned the light back on.

“But here’s the thing,” I continued, looking at Brody again. “I think Mrs. Fleck pushes her kids too hard. A lot of parents push their kids too hard, and make their kids do too much. And it’s wrong.”

Then I looked directly into the camera.

“That’s a cut.”

*   *   *

The rest of the interview was pretty quick. Brody asked me about my parents, and I remembered what my dad said about not saying anything bad. So I told him that basically we were a really happy family, even though we disagreed about some things.

“I’ll say,” Brody said.

“We love each other to death!” Nana shouted from the other room.

Eventually Brody said, “I think I’ve got everything I need for tonight.”

I was confused. “That’s it? You’re not going to ask me anything about the strike, or my daily schedule, stuff like that?”

Brody shook his head. “Nah, we’ll save that stuff for the live broadcast.”

I looked at him. “So we’re on for Wednesday?”

He smiled that TV smile. “As long as your parents don’t shut us down, we’re on for Wednesday.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was actually going to be on TV!

Shaina came over. “Jack, I need to get you on camera to do a teaser for the live show.” She sat down next to me as the equipment guys turned their stuff back on.

“Hi, this is Shaina Townsend. I’m here with Jack Strong, the middle school student who’s taking a stand by taking a seat,” she said. “He’s tired of his overscheduled life, so he’s decided to go on strike. He’s been sitting on this very couch for a week straight.” Then she turned to me. “Jack, tell me something: How long do you think your strike will go on?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “Hopefully not too much longer. Believe it or not, I actually miss school.”

Shaina laughed louder than necessary. “And do you think what you’re doing will change anything? Will parents understand that it’s time to let kids be kids? Will they stop trying to turn them into high-achievement machines programmed for the college application process?”

I thought for a second, trying to figure out how to answer, when I saw my mom walk back into the room. We all stopped and looked at her.

“Are we good?” Brody asked.

My mom sighed. “Yup,” she said. “We’re good. Richard seems to think the TV show is just what this family needs.”

“Yes!” I screamed, nearly jumping off the couch. My dad must have really bought into this whole it-would-be-good-for-college thing. But I suddenly felt guilty because I realized there was no way he wasn’t going to look like the bad guy. On live television.

Nana came over and hugged me, then said something about having only two days to find a new dress.

“Jack?” Shaina said. “Back to the question. What do you think? Will parents understand it’s time to let kids be kids?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “You’ll have to ask them.”

“Ask who?” said Shaina. “The parents or the kids?”

“That’s for Wednesday night,” interrupted Brody, signaling to his crew to start packing up. “Like I said, gotta save the good stuff for live television.”