Free The Superstar Sister by Lexi Connor Page A

grinning. “I can’t believe you gave me that. That’s one powerful potion you’ve made!”
    B grinned. “It looks better on you than on me.”
    But that wasn’t quite true. Just breathing the scent of the potion had affected both Trina and B. They each had a cool new hairstyle. B corked her little bottle and put the rest of the potion back in her pocket. Maybe, if she was lucky, it would still have some potency. And maybe, if she was really lucky, she’d still make it to the M.R.S. in time to use it.
    Just then Nancy came back to where they stood. “Wow, young lady,” she said, observing Dawn. “That was quite the quick costume change!”
    Dawn grinned. “Yes, ma’am. I had a little help.”
    “I should say so. Well, are you ready to go on? You’re next after Katie Bell.”
    Dawn nodded.
    “In that case, where’s your music?”
    Dawn’s face fell. “Isn’t the CD still in the stereo? I just performed. I haven’t touched it since then.”
    Nancy shook her head. “Nope. I’ve got all my sound techs looking for it.”
    “I know what happened,” B said. “Jason. His final parting shot. I’ll bet he’s laughing all the way home.”
    “Well, what are you going to do?” Nancy said. “Do you have another CD?”
    Now any thought of getting back to the M.R.S. was gone.
    “Um, sort of,” B said, before Dawn could get a word in. “Leave it to us. We’ll be ready when it’s time for Dawn to go on.”
    “Huh?” Dawn said. “We will?”
    B nodded at Nancy. “We’ve got another, er, version of the Black Cats album with us,” she said, and Nancy walked away.
    “What’ve you got planned, B?” Dawn said. “You seem to be two steps ahead of me everywhere I go.”
    “And now, for our last act,” the announcer’s voice said.
“Daaaaaawn Cicely!”
    “Just go!” B cried, giving Dawn a friendly push. “Go dance, and leave the rest to us!”
    Dawn headed for the opening curtain, while B and Trina huddled out of sight off in the wings.
    “Do you have one more singing spell in you tonight, Trina?” B said. “I need ‘Swagger.’ Starting now!”
    Trina’s eyes grew wide; then she nodded, closed her eyes, and softly began to sing the incantation of her songwriting spell. By the time Trina was in position, the music began thumping throughout the auditorium. It was “Swagger” all right, but like no one had ever heard it — a special remixed version that was even more exciting to dance to. And when the magical recording began to sing, Trina joined in, harmonizing along with her own voice.
    B pulled out one of her shoelaces and whispered, “M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E,” and her shoelace became a magical mike. Trina belted out a wordless vocal that wandered over and under her own voice singingthe main melody line. The crowd went wild, and Dawn picked up on the energy, dancing like never before, adding new twists to the choreography. Every move came off like a charm, right down to the final twirl during Trina’s last line.
    The crowd leaped to its feet, cheering and screaming for Dawn. B screamed and cheered, too, not caring who heard her. She thought her heart would burst right out of her chest with pride.
    The judges stood and joined in Dawn’s ovation. Clifton Davro himself climbed up on the stage and put an arm around Dawn’s shoulder. “You’ve got it, Dawn Cicely,” he said. “You’ve got a place on the national television show.
You’ve got it!
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Chapter 17
    “Okay, B,” Trina said. “It’s time now. Let’s go.” And before B could protest, Trina linked arms with her and sang a short transportation spell.
    They arrived back at their couch outside the M.R.S. library. Trina, it seemed, had practiced her traveling spells more than B.
    B’s mom sat there on the couch, clutching her purse and talking in worried tones with Mr. Bishop. At the sight of her daughter, she jumped up. “Where have you been, B?” she cried. “You’ve been disqualified from the competition, and you’ve