us.
Finally he spoke. âThe push-ups donât have anything to do with anything else. You got to dothose because thatâs just the way it is. Second, I think your team has enough talent it could winâ¦if everybody worked together and played as a team.â
Like that was going to happen, I thought, but didnât say. Even if we had enough talent there was no way we were going to work as a team.
âAnd third, the coaches and I were talking. Weâre going to be making some slight adjustments to the teams.â
âYouâre going to be changing the teams?â Jamal asked.
âAdjusting them to make sure theyâre balanced and competitive,â Jerome explained.
âNow weâre talking,â Jamal said. âWhich team am I going to be on?â
âYouâre not going to be on any team if you donât finish your push-upsâ¦that is, if you can handle them.â
âI can handle them,â Jamal said. âI could do a
hundred
and fifty-five push-ups.â
âI think you already have,â Jerome said and laughed.
He was probably right. If you totaled all the push-ups weâd already done it would have been that many.
âJust do fifty-five more.â He turned to me. âNick, how many of those fifty-five have you already done?â
âEleven.â
âNot bad. Nickâs partway there. Anybody think they can get to fifty-five before him?â
Jamal spun around into position and started to do push-ups.
Chapter Eight
We were all on the floor, stretching and warming up to music. Jerome was working the soundboard. He started to perform in front of us like he was in concert. Heâd mentioned last night that it still made him nervous being up in front of people. I couldnât get over the fact that he might be nervous in front of a bunch of kids. He played ball in front of tens of thousands of people and millions if you count the people watching on TV. Then again, Iâd played ball in front of hundreds of people and that didnât make me nearly as nervous as making a speech in front of my class. I guess it
was
different. Either way, though, he didnât seem nervousâjust good. Maybe when he was through being in the NBA he could be a DJ or rapper.
He was putting on a pretty good show. I was surprised by just how good Jerome was. I guess because I saw him as a basketball player, I hadnât thought of him as being able to rap.
âNot bad,â Sergeant Push-up said as he looked down at Kia and me sitting on the floor.
âI think heâs pretty good,â I said.
âIâm not going that far. Now, if he were performing jazz that would be another thing. Wouldnât mind hearing a little Ella.â
âElla Fitzgerald is pretty good,â I said.
He did a double take. âYou know Ella Fitzgerald?â
âYeahâElla, Louis Armstrong, Miles Davis, Grover Washington. I know all the jazz greats.â
He broke into a huge smile. âIâm impressed.â
âHe gets it from his dad. Nickâs dad loves jazz,â Kia explained.
âWe canât go anywhere in his car without him playing his music,â I added.
âAnd do you like jazz?â he asked.
âI like some of it,â I said. Actually I liked a lot of it, but I couldnât say that in front of Kiaâthat just wouldnât be cool to like your fatherâs music.
âSome of itâs okay,â Kia agreed. âI just wish heâd play something else some time.â
âLike some of that?â he asked, pointing a thumb toward the stage where JYD was performing.
âSome rap would be good,â said Kia.
âBe better if
they
played some jazz. Tried to get my boys to take up an instrument when they were little, but it didnât happen,â Sergeant Push-up said.
âMy father says rap is sort of like the grandson of jazz,â I said.
âI think itâs more like a