Watch Out, Hollywood!

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Yes, people, I, Charlie C. Cooper, am finally where I want to be.No more middle-child, stuck-in-the-middle stuff. Nope, I've done all my good deeds, and it's finally my turn to shine. Let me recap:Trixie is long gone.I have my very own agent.Hollywood is begging me to sign a deal for a huge TV series.I am no longer under psychological care.Bobby digs me. Big-time.You guessed it—I'm a real live celebrity now. Cameras are lined up outside the front of my house, aka the Houdini Mansion. The lights are flashing. CNN is calling my name. I even get to skip school.Before I step out, I put on my signature outfit: electric blue Doc Martens, fishnet tights, black tutu, and, of course, my Guns N' Roses vintage sweatshirt with sweat rings. I tease the hair, stick as many sequin barrettes in as I can, and brush on my sister's mascara. Bingo. A star is about to be born.I open the front door.They snap my picture. "LA Times. Over here, Charlie!" " People magazine, " someone yells. "Can you tell our readers what it feels like to be a hero?" "A hero?" First time I've heard that one. Watch out, Hollywood, here I come. . . .