Delivery Girls

Mary and I entered Clementine's Caf?at 11:30 that morning. 

　　"Hi," I said to the woman behind the take-out counter. "Smoked turkey and Swiss cheese on bread, please." 

　　"Sounds like you're ordering for Wild Will," the woman said. 

　　"Ummm-right! We're new at KWOW," Mary told her. 

　　"Coming right up, girls," she said, and turned around to make the sandwich. 

　　We took a seat. Then we saw a Clementine's Caf?baseball cap and T-shirt above the cash register. A sign beside them read: FOR SALE. 

　　The woman turned back around and wrapped up Wild Will's sandwich. 

　　"Anything else, girls?" she asked. 

　　"We'll take two of those Clementine T-shirts," Mary said. "And two baseball caps." 

　　"Good thinking." The woman went to the back to find our size. 

　　Five minutes later, we were back in our car with Wild Will's lunch. We pulled on our new Clementine's T-shirts and put on the caps. Finally, we slipped Brian and Penny's CD inside the lunch bag. 

　　"This is going to work!" Mary shouted. "We definitely look like Clementine delivery girls!" 

　　We drove to the station. 

　　At the front desk, the guard looked at our T-shirts and didn't say a word. 

　　At the twenty-first floor, the receptionist said, "You're a little early, but go on in." 

　　We walked past her, and entered the halls of the radio station! 

　　"Hey, look!" Mary whispered. She pointed at a huge poster on the wall. It featured an attractive thirty-something man in a black T-shirt and a huge smile. A line underneath read, WILD WILL WITHERS, LOS ANGELES'S HOTTEST MORNING DJ! 

　　I looked down toward the end of the hall-and gasped. 

　　"There he is!" I cried. "Up ahead, through those glass doors." 

　　Mary and I could see Wild Will sitting in an office by himself. 

　　"Let's go!" I said. We ran down the hall and burst into the room before anyone could stop us. 

　　"Wild Will!" I cried. "You have to hear this CD. It's by this group called Sweetbriar-and they're totally awesome." I pulled the CD out of the lunch bag and dropped it on the desk. 

　　"They're having a free concert tomorrow night at eight," Mary shouted. "It's at our school, Malibu High, and once you hear their CD, you'll totally want to be there to introduce them and-" 

　　Then I saw the ON THE AIR sign. 

　　Oh, no! We'd walked right into the middle of Wild Will's show! 

　　Wild Will turned around. But before he could say a word, two guards burst into the room, grabbed us and dragged us out of the room. 

　　"We can walk ourselves out, you know," I said. But the guards wouldn't let go of us until we were outside the building. 

　　"There's no way Wild Will will be at the concert now," I told Mary. 

　　Mary sighed. "I was so sure that our plan was going to work." 

http://www.mwcj.cn/html/yingyumeiwen/20070930/1968.html