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    Backstage Pass

    By Cheryl Crouch and G Studios

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    Chosen Girls is a dynamic new series that comunicates a message of empowerment and hope to Christian youth who want to live out their faith. These courageous and compelling girls stand for their beliefs and encourage others to do the same. When their cross-cultural outreach band takes off, Trinity, Melody, and Harmony explode onto the scene with style, hot music, and genuine, age-relatable content. In Backstage Pass, shy, reserved Melody (Mello), gets her world rocked when a new girl moves in across the street from her best friend, Harmony. Soon downtime—or any time with Harmony at all—looks like a thing of the past as the strong-willed Trinity invades Mello and Harmony’s world and insists that the three start a rock band. With a little help from the neighborhood computer geek, Lamont, the girls are transformed into music-video superheroes who triumph over sin with the power of the Holy Spirit. Somewhere along the way they open their hearts, learning that both old friends and new are important, and the Chosen Girls band is born.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherZondervan
    Release dateAug 30, 2009
    ISBN9780310865728
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    Cheryl Crouch

    Cheryl Crouch is the author of ten children’s books, including the Chosen Girl series and "Escape From the Temple of Mars." Cheryl loves spending time with her husband and four children at their home which is tucked into a patch of oak woods near Dallas, Texas.

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      chapter • 1

      a

      Wednesday

      My school had those fl aky elections at the end of last year. You know, Most Beautiful This, Cutest That? Makes me sick.

      Not just because I didn’t get on the ballot, either. I can deal.But school is competitive enough without making it offi cial.

      I do know one election I could win. If the ballot said Least Likely to Become a Rock-Star Superhero, you’d see my name, Melody McMann, checked on everyone’s list. Definitely.

      I’m not lame or anything. I’m just quiet and reserved. On a good day, I like to think of myself as chic. On a bad day, boring seems to fi t better.

      That’s why it’s even more bizarre that it happened. The whole rock-star – superhero thing.

      I know. A month ago I wouldn’t have believed it, either.

      a

      I stood balanced on tiptoe on the arm of the old couch in the shed. I could barely reach the ceiling. I had to stretch to hold the nail and hammer above my head.

      Tap. Tap. Tap.

      The nail didn’t even scratch the ceiling. The fabric I wanted to nail up felt heavy, and my hands were numb. My arms ached from doing more physical work in the last couple weeks than I usually did in a year.

      I grunted in frustration.

      I could do that, my neighbor Lamont said for the third time. He sat at the drums, banging away. His dark, skinny arms were a blur. His super-short black curly hair shone with sweat from his efforts.

      Lamont’s an okay guy, but he’s kind of a dork. I’d never have let him in the shed if I hadn’t been desperate for company.

      And seeing him at the drums — it always made me remember a different boy. One who could actually play.

      Lamont stopped banging and said, You might as well let me. You’re messing up my rhythm, anyway.

      As if you have any rhythm to mess up! I mumbled.

      Lamont pretended to be hurt. I’ve taken two years of lessons, woman!

      It always cracks me up when he calls me woman.

      I turned to climb down. Yeah, I remember when you started. Maybe it’s time to move on. You might try — I began, and then, boom! I fell off the couch and splatted face-fi rst on the floor. My head missed the still-open can of butter cream semigloss paint by less than three inches.

      That’s it. Give me the stuff you’re hanging up, Lamont said. I felt him take the material, hammer, and nails from my clenched hands. He stepped over my still-splatted body.

      BANG! BANG! BANG!

      First nail’s in. You want this stuff across the whole back of the room, right? he asked. I heard him work his way across the shed.

      Really, Lamont, don’t panic, I said into the carpet. I know it looks like a serious injury, but I’ll be OK. I lifted my head and peeked up at him through my hair.

      That’s a relief, Mello. He didn’t even glance at me. What’s with the extreme garage makeover? You’ve about killed yourself painting this place.

      I sighed and pushed up onto my elbows. It’s a surprise for Harmony. I’m trying to give the shed some style. Isn’t it nifty? I’m going to hang up those prints too. I can’t wait to see her face when she walks in!

      When’s she back?

      Today! But I don’t know what time. She’s been gone forever! This is the longest we’ve been apart since second grade.

      Two weeks, right?

      Two and a half. Almost three.

      Whatever. All I know is when Harmony gets back, then for sure Lamont’s kicked out of the shed.

      He had that right. Definitely.

      BANG! BANG! BANG!

      I’m done.

      Thanks, Lamont, I said. For a computer geek, you’re pretty handy with the hammer. Maybe we’ll even let you hang sometimes. We do have a whole month to kill before school starts.

      A month! No more camps or vacations. Just me and Harmony, chilling out. Together.

      I looked at the ocean-blue cloth. It hung like a curtain across the room, covering up my parents’ tools and junk. The matching pillows looked great on the tan couch.

      The shed had always been a decent hangout, but now it looked like something in a magazine. I could hardly tell I was in the garage. It could pass for an apartment or a living room.

      Think she’ll like it?

      Lamont smiled. Yeah. But she’d probably rather have purple checks and stripes.

      That’s true. Harmony and I don’t have much in common when it comes to style. We don’t have much in common, period. That’s what makes our friendship so much fun.

      My cell phone rang with the tune of La Bamba. I pulled it out of my pocket.

      Harmony! I sang into the phone.

      Hello, Mello! she shouted.

      Where are you? I asked. I held the phone a few inches from my ear, like I always do when I talk to Harmony. Otherwise, I get a headache.

      I’m home!

      Excellent!

      Sí! Can I come over?

      Defi nitely! I’m dying to see you.

      Cool frijoles. It’s been hundreds of years! Meet me halfway?

      I looked at the stack of art prints. Uh . . . I’m kinda working on something. Do you mind just meeting me at the shed?

      Give me fifteen minutes, she said and hung up.

      I scrambled up and grabbed a botanical print off the coffee table. Very elegant.

      She’s home, Lamont! Harmony’s back! She’s coming in fifteen minutes! Hurry! Help me get this artwork hung.

      He started nailing. You recovered pretty fast, he commented.

      Just be quiet and help me. I want this place perfect when she gets here.

      Turns out, I didn’t need to rush. After helping me hang pictures, hide paint cans, and touch up the trim, Lamont left. As he headed out he said, I’m outie. Tell Harmony ‘hey’ for me. You two will wanna do that girl talk stuff, anyway. For a guy, Lamont has a decent amount of brains.

      Half an hour after he left, I was still wandering around fluff-ing pillows and rearranging magazines. I figured Harmony had gotten stuck doing the family thing. She has a huge family.

      I went crazy waiting. We live only three blocks apart. Of course, the blocks are long blocks. What could possibly happen to someone walking alone . . .

      What could happen? I thought. Oh, no. All kinds of terrible things could happen. What was I thinking? Why hadn’t I called?

      I whipped out my cell phone and clicked on her cross-eyed picture. Her phone rang three times. I tried to prepare myself for the worst. Maybe a scary voice saying, I have Harmony. Put five thousand dollars in small bills inside a black briefcase —

      Hello, Mello!

      Harmony?

      Yeah. Oh, no! I should have called. I’m so sorry. I’ve been, um . . . listen. I’m coming now, OK, and I’m going to surprise you.

      I realized I’d been holding my breath and exhaled. Then I looked around the shed again and grinned. And I’m going to surprise you too! I said.

      Great. Be right there.

      I sat down and drummed a beat on the coffee table.

      Finally, I heard a knock.

      I ran over (tripping only once) and fl ung the door open.

      And I froze.

      The tall girl with the mass of hot-pink hair and the perfect smile couldn’t be Harmony. Defi nitely not.

      I had never seen this girl in my life.

      chapter • 2

      a

      Still Wednesday

      So what do you think? the pink-haired, totally glam girl said.

      I tried to decide where to begin with my questions. Who in the world are you? What are you doing at the shed in my backyard? Where is my best friend?

      Before I could get a word out of my mouth, she started talking. It’s me: Harmony. I know everyone thought I went to my aunt’s house. But really, I’ve been on one of those extreme makeover shows! I got the works: hair extensions, color, contacts, plastic surgery here and there . . . so, do you like it?

      I felt my mouth hanging open. I knew I looked like an idiot, but I was confused.

      My best friend left town two and a half weeks ago. When she left, she was a short Hispanic girl with chin-length black wispy hair and gray eyes. Now this tall, pale, pink-haired person claimed to be her.

      I’ve seen makeover shows. Even they couldn’t turn Harmony into the girl in front of me. This had to be a joke.

      But somewhere

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