“You did very well,” she responded. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you got the part.”
Shay hoped she was wrong, but before he could reply, the kid who’d tried out for the grandpa walked up to them. Shay was struck by the boy’s odd apparel, which he hadn’t noticed before. What guy in high school wore corduroy slacks, a plaid flannel shirt, and a vest?
“Hi! That was really good. You two make a great couple. I hope you both get the parts. It’ll be fun for us to do this together,” he said as if it were a forgone conclusion he’d be playing Martin Vanderhof. “I’m Dwayne Sayles by the way.”
“Uh, okay,” Shay said. “I’m—”
“I know who you are, everybody knows who you are—Mr. Football, Shay Rogers,” Dwayne said with a twinkle in his eye.
Shay laughed embarrassedly. Up close, Dwayne was even cuter than Shay had first observed. He even had a scruff of a blond beard way before it had become the fashion.