Free The Superstar Sister by Lexi Connor

you talking about, B?”
    “Yeah, Wonder Wasp,” Jason sneered. “What oil? You can’t prove anything.”
    George’s eyes grew wide. “Oh,” he said. “Oh. Boy, oh, boy. You want some proof?” He snapped his fingers and ran off.
    “What’s going on here?” Dawn demanded. She turned to Jason and glared down at him. “Have you been trying to sabotage me?”
    George came running back with Ed, who was rolling a camera. Nancy wasn’t far behind. When Nancy saw Dawn covered in paint, she gasped. “Dawn, you’ve got to get cleaned up!”
    While their attention was on Dawn, Jason tried to edge away.
    “What’s your hurry, Jason?” Trina said.
    “Now, everyone,” George said. “Let me explain. I’ve been back here, helping Ed set up cameras and everything else. I know he’s rigged up cameras all over backstage to catch some of the silly stuffcontestants do before and after they go on. And I bet this camera here” — George pushed aside a curtain to reveal a hidden camera — “will have caught something that wasn’t so silly. Ed, can you rewind this to about half an hour ago?”
    “Sure, George.” Ed rested the rolling camera onto a stack of boxes, still pointing at the group, and fiddled with the buttons on the hidden camera. Then, he angled the camera monitor so everyone could see it.
    “What do you see, Nancy?” Ed said. “Looks to me like a kid in a magician’s costume, squirting two, no, three … no, four bottles of oil all over the stage!”
    Now Jason really did look scared. He inched toward the door.
    “Stop it right there, Jason,” B said. “Now there’s proof you were cheating.”
    “That’s right,” Ed said. “That’s you, isn’t it? Yep, that’s a good shot of your face. Sabotaging the other acts, eh?”
    “Is that so?” Nancy looked at Jason.
    “He spilled the paint on Dawn, too,” B added.
    Nancy nodded. “You, young man, are disqualified. I can’t believe you would pull rotten stunts like that. Take your props and leave the building. Security will show you out.”
    “But …!” Jason protested.
    “Out with you,” Nancy said. “Just wait till I tell Cliff.”

Chapter 16
    Nancy and Ed left to tell the judges about Jason. The first act began, Katie Bell with the Amazing Dancing Princess. Princess, it seemed, was the Jack Russell terrier.
    But Dawn still stood there, backstage, forlorn and covered with paint. “Thanks, you guys,” she said. “Now, you go back, B. Go with Trina to do what you need to do.” She gave B a significant look, but didn’t explain more, because George was still there.
    “I will in just a second,” B said. “Um, George, would you go grab some more paper towels for Dawn?”
    George nodded and ran off, leaving B, Dawn, and Trina alone.
    B pulled her vial of shimmering pink makeover potion from her pocket. “Use this, Dawn,” she said. “It’ll fix up your look in a hurry. I want you to win this competition.”
    “But, B!” Trina protested. “You
need
your potion. You’ll be disqualified!”
    “I can’t let you do this, B,” Dawn said. “I can manage on my own. Go back to the M.R.S.”
    “My mind’s made up,” B said, and before Dawn could argue anymore, B uncorked her little bottle and waved it under Dawn’s nose. A sweet, perfumey scent filled the air.
    Dawn took a deep breath. Her hair lifted as though a wind had blown it. The paint vanished from her clothes as though a big eraser had wiped it away, but the spell didn’t stop there. Her clothes transformed completely, until Dawn looked like a professional dancer, all set to perform in a Black Cats video. Her dark jeans became silvery pants with a faux-snakeskin finish. Her shoes turned into shiny black cowboy boots. Her T-shirt was replaced by a black tank top and an off-the-shoulder shirtstudded with sequins and rhinestones. Snazzy dark eye makeup appeared where there hadn’t been any before. Even Dawn’s nails got a new airbrushed design.
    “Wow, B,” Dawn said,