Watch out, Hollywood?Charlie C. Cooper is set to become a star! Yes, people, I am finally where I want to be. No more stuck-in-the-middle stuff. 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. Bobby digs me. Big-time. I'm a real-live celebrity now. Cameras are lined up outside the front of my house, aka the Houdini Mansion. CNN is calling my name. I even get to skip school. I step into my signature outfit: electric blue Doc Martens, fishnet tights, black tutu, and, of course, my Guns N' Roses vintage sweatshirt. I tease the hair and stick as many sequin barrettes in as I can. 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.
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