“How tall do you think that thing is?” I mumble to Dorinda, as we both gaze in awe at the gold duck statue in the lobby. “About fifty feet,” Dorinda says, eyeing the duck statue like it’s gonna start quacking. “They musta had a lot of artists with gold records to lay this thing!” “Elevator is that way, ladies,” says the security guard in the lobby, pointing to the back. “Look, that elevator goes to the ninety-second floor!” Bubbles whispers to me, because she doesn’t want the twins to hear her. They are bigger scaredy-cats than the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz when it comes to riding elevators. Madrina pushes the button for the forty-ninth floor, and I’m just hoping the twins don’t have a barf attack in front of the record company executives! “I guess we can’t ask the record company to move their offices to a lower floor yet,” Madrina says, putting her arm around Aquanette. “Not until they give us a deal, huh?” “No, ma’am,” Aqua says. She always gets very formal when she’s scared.
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