Authors: John J. Bonk
Take Two! (23 page)
Now available in paperback
John J. Bonk, the author of
Dustin Grubbs: One-Man Show
, previously worked as a singer, tap dancer, and actor in New York and around the world. He has now hung up his tap shoes,
focusing his creative energy on “performing on the page.” John J. Bonk lives in New York City.
but will he slam on the brakes
before making it big?
After starring in last year’s school play, Dustin Grubbs is ready for his acting career to take off in his school’s upcoming
musical production of
Oliver!
The twist is that phys-ed funds are being cut to do it, sparking grounds for an all-out war of the worlds: athletes vs. drama
geeks. What’s worse, Dustin has only sung and danced in the shower. Badly.
It looks like it’s the final curtain for Dustin when a field trip to Chicago teams him up with his wacky absentee father for
the opportunity of a lifetime–a shot at a national TV commercial! But when a family conflict leaves him with an impossible
decision, will Dustin still rise to new heights–or fall flat on his face?
Packed with hysterical scenes and zany zingers,
Dustin Grubbs: Take Two!
is the showstopping sequel to
Dustin Grubbs: One-Man Show
, in which our plucky hero proves once again that showbiz isn’t for wimps!
James J. Kriegsmann, Jr.
John J. Bonk,
the author of
Dustin Grubbs: One-Man Show
, previously worked as a singer, tap dancer, and actor in New York and around the world. He has now hung up his tap shoes,
focusing his creative energy on “performing on the page.” John J. Bonk lives in New York City.
Praise for
Dustin
Grubbs: One-Man Show:
“Lighthearted and uproarious.”
–School Library Journal
“Great lines… hilarious scenes… [and] a very satisfying ending.”
–Booklist
“Some of the funniest prose since Gordon Korman’s
No More Dead Dogs
.”
“[A] wonderfully enchanting book.”
I scrambled back onto the stool, expecting to take it from the top a bunch more times. But after some whispering at the table,
the bagel guy told me, “That’s all we need for today.” Not a good sign. I thanked everyone, and opened the doors to the waiting
room. Sylvia immediately snapped a Polaroid picture of me and handed me a form to fill out. My legs were wobbly as licorice
sticks as I hurried over to Dad and fell into my chair in a heap.
“Well?” he asked. “Did you blow them away?”
“Not exactly,” I said, trying to blink away the spots I was seeing from the camera flash. “It all went by so fast.”
“Well, chalk it up to experience. You’ve got your first big professional audition under your belt now. Not too shabby. How
many sixth-graders can say that?”
“Dad, I’m in seventh.”
I was still catching my breath from the overwhelming-ness of the whole thing when the double doors flew open and Robbie, the
cameraman, sprinted over to me.
“Dustin Grubbs, right? They need to talk to you for a second.”
I locked eyes with Dad. No words were uttered but we could read each other’s thought bubbles. They both said:
“!!!”