Chapter 7Project Save the World Gains MomentumBefore we can process it, help comes pouring in from all directions.We post a blog entry and speak earnestly with all our friends. Luck is on our side, and after assembly, Tara Ali glides like a vision towards us.“Hey chickens, this is a fantabulous project,” she drawls. You know, about that recent tsunami my father was telling us, what if we helped build homes… or even appealed to people to foster the kids from there? What d’ya say?”We cannot believe it! Lovely Tara is a senior student with a fan following as lengthy as the Nile. And even as we blink our eyes furiously, she continues talking.“Well, let me know if I can help in any way.” Waving her gilded fingertips, our vision shimmers away.Tara has long brown hair that is perfectly gelled and wavy and the most amazing amber-almond eyes fringed with curved lashes. Her skin is tanned golden honey, and she has long, slender legs.We have found our Beyoncé!With Beyoncé Tara joining us, even disinterested, studious types who see everything as a major distraction, begin to show interest in our project. Gawky teenage girls who secretly desire to look like Tara come around to ask about Moroccan baths, the Singapore Bob, and Mumtaz Mahal.And the guys? Of course, they are interested now!My cousin, Dev, who is a student of graphic design, offers to mount and label the collages. Rhea and I both know that Sandy is interested in him. She makes it so obvious—, our otherwise cool-as-ice friend walks around as if Brad Pitt has somersaulted into our little worlds when Dev is around.Not long after, Andy joins us. As the school grapevine had spilled the news, he had left his latest sweetheart—the girl with the bob—far behind. Now, Rhea has had quite a thing forAndy of the smooth swagger, so she positively looks like she is in a state of perpetual swooning or waltzing on the moon!We form a little committee and call the project, “Save the World.” There is a lot to do, so we simply have to convince more people to join us, like our Clooney look-alike PT instructor, Mr. Jay Jason.Ahh, guilty. Mr. Jay is my secret heartthrob!