just a second, and then the whole mess disappeared, as if it had never been there.
“Wow,” George said. “No matter how often you do that, I still can’t get used to it.”
B barely heard him. “This isn’t over yet,” she whispered. “Who knows what else he might try? I’ve got to warn Dawn to be careful, and to keep an eye out for Jason. Where would she be?”
“The acts get to warm up beforehand, and hang out afterward, in the band room,” George whispered. “Let’s go.”
They hurried across the hall to the band room. Kids of all ages were there, dressed in costumes andmakeup. At first B couldn’t see past a half dozen mimes, but then she saw Dawn, chatting with Jenny Springbranch. What would
she
be doing here? Something connected to Jason, no question. A troupe of acrobatic cheerleaders made a human tower right in front of B, nearly poking a hole in the band room ceiling, and B lost sight of Dawn once more.
“Dawn Cicely,” Nancy the director called, poking her head in the door. “One-minute warning!”
B made her way toward Dawn. When her sister saw B, her mouth dropped open in shock. “What are you doing here?” she hissed. “You’re supposed to be at the … somewhere else!”
“Wait, Dawn, listen,” B said. “Jason Jameson is trying to sabotage you!”
Dawn frowned at her, almost like she didn’t believe what B said. “I’ve got to go,” she said, and ran out of the room. B just had time to race after her before the music began.
Dawn danced perfectly. Despite everything, B was proud. She couldn’t say which she enjoyedmore — watching Dawn dance, or watching the angry look on Jason’s face when the judges gave her a standing ovation. Dawn took her final bow and rejoined B offstage, out of breath.
A set of triplets went on and did a skit; then Clifton Davro took the microphone. “All you contestants should be proud of yourselves tonight. You’ve all got tremendous talent to have made it this far. We can’t quite decide who to take on to the TV show, so we want to see five acts one last time. They are: Katie Bell, Calum Gardner, Deirdre Fink, Jason Jameson, and Dawn Cicely. Only one act can make it to the national TV show and show us that
You’ve Got It!
”
Chapter 15
B peeked through the curtains to see how Jason reacted to the announcement. He didn’t seem happy at all that he was still a finalist. He gritted his teeth and stormed out the side auditorium door.
He’s got something else planned
, B said to herself.
I know that look.
She took off to intercept Jason in the halls, but she didn’t get far. A hand grabbed her arm. It was Trina!
“B, come
on
,” she said. “I just finished presenting my potion and you’re up next!”
B froze. After Jason’s cruel tricks, she’d almost forgotten she was supposed to be at the M.R.S.! She thought of how hard she’d worked on her Young Witch Competition. Her potion was in her pocket.She really wanted to win. But Dawn had been working even harder to win the talent show. If B left now, she knew Jason would try another stunt.
A squeal erupted from backstage. “That’s Dawn!” B cried. B, George, and Trina ran — to find a shocked Dawn, standing in the wings, covered in dripping paint! And there stood Jason, only a few steps away.
Trina grabbed a nearby roll of paper towels and started trying to clean Dawn up.
“Geez, Dawn, I’m so sorry,” Jason said, with a face that clearly showed otherwise. “It was an accident. I tripped.”
B leveled a pointing finger at him. “This was no accident, Jason,” she said, “and you know it.”
Jason sneered back at her. “Oh, yeah, Hornet Head? Prove it.”
“I don’t need to prove it,” B said. “I know what you did with the oil. This is the last act of sabotage from you tonight. It’s going to be a fair fight between you and my sister for the TV spot.”
“What oil?” Dawn was clearly annoyed, wipingdown her arms, while Trina cleaned off her legs. “What are
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