“You can do this, Frida,” I said. She still looked freaked out, though, so I figured I’d better go along with her superstitious stuff. “Your good luck charm is here. And the Flash Fortune app said you were going to get it.”

“That’s right!” Frida said. She jumped up. “I’m here!”

She marched into the audition office, followed by her mom.

“Just hang in the hallway, Devin,” Mrs. Rivera said. “We’ll be right out.”

I nodded. There were still a few girls and their moms and dads left, but the hallway was empty. I stood up and stretched. I’d been sitting for way too long!

I steadied myself against the wall to do some calf stretches. Then I spotted a balled-up piece of paper on the floor and started kicking it around the empty part of the hallway. Eventually I kicked it through two legs of one of the folding chairs.

Goal! I congratulated myself.

“Devin!” I turned from my celebration to see Frida and her mom standing in front of the open doorway with another woman. Frida’s eyes were shining with excitement.

“Thanks for coming, everyone, but you can all go home,” the woman said, and the girls left in the hallway groaned with disappointment. I dribbled my paper soccer ball over to Frida.

“Does this mean you got it?” I asked.

“I did!” Frida squealed, and she hugged me. “You really are my good luck charm, Devin!” I hugged her back. I still wasn’t so sure about that, but I was excited for her anyway.

“Devin, are you in the business?” asked the woman who had dismissed the rest of the girls. She looked really professional in a black, sleeveless dress with no wrinkles, and her dark hair neatly pulled back.

“Me? No, I’m just Frida’s friend,” I said.

She handed me a business card. “I’m Ashanta Waters, and I’m a casting agent. I saw you playing around over there. I’ve been trying to find the right model for a shoot coming up, and I think you’d be perfect. I need someone tall and athletic to model workout clothing for girls.”

“Um, thanks?” I said, taking the card from her.

“Ashanta is a wonderful agent,” Mrs. Rivera said. “I can talk to your mom about it if you’d like.”

“Think about it,” Ashanta said, and then she ducked back into the room and closed the door.

“Devin, this is a-MAY-zing!” Frida said. “I booked the commercial, and you booked a modeling gig!”

“I don’t know,” I said as we walked outside. “I don’t think I’d be a good model. I don’t know anything about fashion. And I can barely take a decent selfie. I’m much more comfortable on the field with a soccer ball.”

“Exactly! That’s why she wants you—she needs an athletic girl. You’re perfect!” Frida said.

“I’ll think about it,” I promised.