" 'Bye," I said. "And good luck!"

"You mean, 'Break a leg.' "

"What?"

"You're supposed to say, 'Break a leg' to

actors. It's good luck to wish bad luck and vice versa."

That was Rosie — even correcting a compliment. "Well, break two legs!" I said cheerfully.

"Thanks," said Rosie, " 'Bye."

" 'Bye."

I hung up the phone, feeling really excited for Rosie.

And, to tell the truth, I was relieved that I'd miss two days with her that week.

Chapter 8.

Jessi was being hard on herself. She really diet'do a good job. But Rosie was being . . . Rosie. Here's what happened.

Jessi got to the Wilders' a little early. She waited for Rosie's car pool, which turned out to be a station wagon driven by Mrs. Barrett.

There were lots of "Hi, Jessi's" and waves from everyone in the car, but only a grunt from Rosie. The same treatment Stacey and I had gotten.

But Jessi knew enough to expect it. She wasn't even fazed. "Aren't you going to say hello?" she asked.

Rosie walked past her and opened the front door. "I did."

"Oh, I guess I didn't hear you," Jessi said as they both walked inside. "Hey, how did your commercial go?"

"How do you know about that?" asked Rosie.

"Claudia told us. My friends and I were all excited. It must be so much fun to be on TV."

Rosie shrugged. "I guess. You know, five of my commercials have already been on the air." She went into the kitchen and put her backpack on the floor. "I have them on tape."

"Yeah? Can we watch them?" Jessie was being very smart. She figured flattery was the way to get on Rosie's good side.

"Well, I have to do homework for forty-five minutes before my voice lesson," Rosie said, looking at the clock. "But if we eat our sriack really fast, we'll have enough time."

Mrs. Wilder had left her usual note, explaining Rosie's schedule and asking the girls to help themselves to peanut butter-and-jelly sandwiches.