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  About the Book

  Four friends. One dance school. A whole lot of drama.

  Ellie has a new love – musical theatre! She is determined to become a ‘triple threat’, but can she really sing, dance and act?

  Jazz has always been Ellie’s thing, but since taking singing lessons at Silver Shoes, she has dreamt of making it on Broadway. Her chance to leap into this world comes when auditions for a grand musical are announced. Ellie is sure she has what it takes to be a star of the stage! That is, until she realises she needs to be able to tap, and until the all-too-perfect Cadence Kohdean comes into the picture. Will Ellie be able to tap her way to the top and become a leading lady?

  Contents

  About the Book

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  So You Think You Know Tap?

  Glossary

  About the Author

  Silver Shoes 7 advert

  Silver Shoes 8 advert

  Collect them all!

  Copyright Notice

  For Gaia

  Chapter One

  Belated birthday presents are the coolest.

  This was the best one I’d ever received: better than my week-late trip to the Gold Coast on my eighth birthday; better even than the pre-order voucher for the whole series of Dance Moms when I turned ten.

  My eleventh birthday was a few weeks ago. I’d had a party and everything, but now it was time to experience Mum and Dad’s present: a yummy dinner in the city with the biggest, most delicious sundae I’d ever had and, finally, I was about to watch a real, professional musical – something I’d dreamt about for years.

  Mum and I had two tickets to see 42nd Street at the Performing Arts Palladium in the big city!

  I guess you have to know a bit about me to see why I was so excited. My name’s Ellie, I’m a dancer and I’ve been working on becoming a ‘triple threat’ for a while now. A triple threat means you can sing, dance and act. So not only do you get way more opportunities, but you also get to do musical theatre.

  And I love musical theatre! I’ve been going to my dance school, Silver Shoes, since I was a tiny, and my favourite style has always been jazz. But my teacher, Miss Caroline (who also owns the school), encouraged me to try musical theatre because I am ‘very dramatic and expressive when I dance’. Our musical theatre teacher at Silver Shoes is called Billie, and she started giving me singing lessons. Then, I guess, I fell in love.

  I’ll never love any style as much as jazz, but musical theatre sure comes a close second. Don’t get me wrong – I still have big dreams about being a famous dancer or choreographer and appearing in the video clips of pop stars. Maybe I’ll even be a pop star myself!

  But lately the stage has been calling me. Just thinking about it makes my fingers and toes tingle. I imagine how my acting will make people cry, and how my singing will fill the theatre and make the audience’s hearts swell.

  For a minute I will feel larger than myself, Eleanor Charlotte Irvin, and be part of something greater and more fabulous.

  It’s the same feeling I had now, as Mum and I weaved our way through all the people at the Performing Arts Palladium. Bodies were packed into the foyer and up the stairs, and everything smelt like toilet spray perfume and peppermint mouthwash. Mum and I had to go totally ant style, weaving our way in and out of arms and legs, and dodging the drops flung from people’s champagne flutes while they laughed loud enough to burst our eardrums.

  I mean, great that they’re enjoying themselves, but I need my eardrums or I’ll never be able to sing properly. I don’t want my career sabotaged before it’s even begun.

  ‘Welcome,’ the usher said to us at the door. He had a moustache drawn on with eyeliner and talked with an American accent like in gangster movies. His slicked hair had about half a tub of gel holding it back. ‘How you two ladies doing tonight?’

  ‘Just fine, thank you,’ said Mum. She looked around at everyone and winked at the usher. ‘Even better when we can breathe.’

  ‘Why breathe when you can sing?’ The usher shrugged. ‘My name’s Mikey, pleased to meet you.’ He glanced down at me. ‘And you, princess? You look like a leading lady in the making.’

  I gave him a big smile and did a little curtsy so my glittery pink dress floated out. ‘My name’s Ellie,’ I said. ‘One day, I will be.’

  ‘A princess or a leading lady?’ The usher grinned.

  ‘Both,’ I said, flicking my blonde curls over my shoulder.

  ‘Big aspirations, this one,’ Mum chuckled, giving one of my curls a playful tug.

  Mikey laughed. ‘Maybe next time I’ll be working the door for one of your shows.’ He checked the tickets Mum was holding. ‘Tonight you two will be seated on the mezzanine level. It’s just up the stairs to the right. Enjoy. You’ll see me around at interval.’ He gave my nose a friendly tap. ‘Maybe we can have a dance-off,’ he said. ‘Whaddaya think, angel?’

  ‘I think you better be prepared to lose,’ I said.

  He laughed and so did Mum.

  ‘Oh golly,’ she said. ‘Come on, Ellie, before you go and make me fetch your jazz shoes.’

  She took my hand and we headed up the grand staircase, ready to watch the show.

  Chapter Two

  The theatre was huge.

  Mum and I came to the top of the stairs and walked down the row to our seats. We were at the front of the mezzanine level, which is like a balcony, so you sit up high and look down onto the performance.

  Curved stairs with gold balustrades led up to the stage and red velvet curtains – the lushest I’d ever seen – hung down either side. There were lights along the walls of the auditorium that looked like old-fashioned gaslights, very dim but bright enough to see the shadows of people leaning over to whisper to each other or settle themselves in their seats. There was a buzz of excitement.

  My heart felt dazzled by it all. It was like I’d stepped back in time and my insides went all glittery, the same way they do right before I’m about to go on stage myself.

  I knew this was where I belonged.

  ‘Stop squirming, Ellie,’ said Mum, looking in her bag for some gum. ‘There’s people behind us, honey.’ But I couldn’t help it, I had to look everywhere and take everything in.

  When the lights finally went down, the most spectacular hush fell over the audience as they waited for the show to start. I imagined how it would be standing on the other side of the curtain.

  From the minute the opening chords of the first 42nd Street song rang out, I was hooked. The story was set in something called the ‘Great Depression’ and it was about a young girl who arrives in New York, makes her way into the chorus line, and eventually lands the leading role in a big musical. Then she has to deal with falling in love and an older star who doesn’t want to be upstaged by the latest ‘it’ girl.

  There was heaps of dancing, but all the songs either went along with the story or moved the plot forward. Every single performer was beautiful and talented and had these pin-curl hairstyles, which made them look so glamorous. I made a note to try it out for school assembly next week (it was my turn to be the host, so I wanted to stand out).

  The best part was that all the performers were equally a
s good at singing, dancing and acting. A lot of the dancing was tapping, which isn’t really my thing, but 42nd Street just about changed my mind. It was like the dancers were creating music with their feet, and the rhythms were so catchy and clever.

  Costume and set changes rolled by and I was so entranced by the world on stage that Mum had to pull me back because I was leaning so far forward I almost toppled over the balcony.

  But the stage and the songs were calling to me. They were saying, ‘Come on down, Ellie – light up the stage with us! We need a girl just like you.’

  By the time the end rolled around and the cast were taking their bows, I felt like I’d just experienced magic. The real world seemed fake and boring, while the world on stage was in my blood.

  I stumbled down the stairs with Mum and almost ran into Mikey, the usher from before.

  ‘Ahhh,’ he said, reaching out a hand to steady me. One side of his eyeliner moustache had slightly smudged. He winked at Mum. ‘She’s got that look. There’s no going back now.’

  Mum laughed. ‘She was born with that look.’

  ‘So was I, once,’ said Mikey.

  But I barely heard, because I was walking somewhere up in the clouds. I was in musical theatre heaven. It had never been clearer what I was supposed to do.

  Chapter Three

  ‘And then they tapped on these coins and the coins lit up,’ I whispered to my best friend, Paige.

  We were lined up in the corner of the studio at Silver Shoes, waiting for our turn to do travelling exercises. I was trying to fill her – and our other two close friends, Riley and Ash – in on 42nd Street.

  ‘And the song was really catchy, it went like this –’ I sang it, quietly of course, just under the music Miss Caroline had been playing, but Paige grinned at me.

  ‘Wow, Ellie, you’re getting really good,’ she said.

  ‘Posé turns,’ Miss Caroline called out. ‘Remember, spot that blue cross in the far corner, and keep the extended leg straight. Jasmine and Tove, you first.’

  Jasmine and Tove always go first in travelling steps. Show-offs. Jasmine is one of the best dancers at Silver Shoes, and my number one competition. In the personality stakes, though, she loses. Tove just does whatever Jasmine wants.

  They launched into their posé turns, and Miss Caroline followed them across the floor, her eyes never leaving their legs.

  ‘Lovely, Jasmine,’ Miss Caroline called out. ‘Better, Tove – but pull up, pull up!’

  ‘There was this other part,’ I whispered to my friends excitedly, ‘when they were in a carousel and there were these projections that made it look as if they were moving along, like trees and buildings going past, and they kept peeking out of the carriage curtains. It was so funny. I think the song was called “Shuffling Off to Buffalo”.’

  ‘Ellie, we’re next,’ Paige whispered to me.

  I closed my mouth and lined up next to her. We took off across the floor in our posé turns. I love it when Paige is my partner in travelling steps. It’s like looking in a mirror – we always keep so in sync.

  Miss Caroline travelled with us across the floor, clapping on the down beat so we’d get the rhythm right.

  ‘Lovely, girls,’ she called. ‘Paige, just watch you keep your shoulders down when you turn.’

  ‘Ugh,’ Paige said as we reached the other end of the studio and took a few steps to shake off the dizziness. ‘You’d think with all the ballroom I’ve been doing my stupid shoulders would stay down.’

  We watched Riley and Ashley posé across the floor. Riley, of course, looked like she was already dancing in some professional corps de ballet. Ash was improving too, but because she had so much energy she kept over stepping on the extended leg and putting herself off balance. You should see her dancing hip hop, though – then you’ll know where all that energy goes!

  Ash made a face as she lined up behind me and Paige. ‘Ugh, Ellie,’ she said, flicking her bangs off her forehead. ‘I’m so dizzy I’m seeing three of you.’

  ‘Sounds like your lucky day,’ I said. ‘So anyway, while they were in the carriages, there was another group at the front doing a tap sequence, and oh gosh, there was not one tap out of tune.’ I turned to my best friend. ‘Paige, why have you never told me how amazing tap is?’

  Paige is well known for doing just about every style of dance. ‘I did try,’ she admitted. ‘But you were too obsessed with jazz and how many fouettés you could do.’

  Riley smiled. ‘Doesn’t sound like Ellie.’

  ‘It’s called being passionate,’ I defended myself, although I knew they were only teasing. ‘But in this Shuffling Buffalos song, they …’

  ‘Quiet while you’re waiting,’ Miss Caroline called to us, without taking her eyes off Bethany and Brooke, the last two poséing across the room. ‘Good, girls! Okay let’s do fan kicks: the arm goes the opposite way to the leg, keep the core strong.’ She demonstrated, before turning back to us. ‘Remember, long walks between kicks – the aim is to travel. Jasmine and Tove, you first.’

  ‘I’ll tell you all later,’ I whispered to my friends.

  ‘Can’t wait,’ said Riley.

  When class was finally over, I’d thought of a million more things about 42nd Street that I just had to share. I bounded down the hallways of Silver Shoes to the change room, bursting with excitement.

  That’s when it happened.

  Like a sign from the dancing gods.

  On the Silver Shoes noticeboard: a flyer.

  The Bayside Choral Society, with assistance from the Silver Shoes Dance School, are proud to present: Auditions for Mary Poppins: the Musical. Can you sing, dance, tap and act? We want you! Children welcome!

  There was more written underneath, but that was all I needed to see.

  Because the important thing was:

  It was time for my musical theatre debut.

  Chapter Four

  I had a quick look round before reaching up to snatch the flyer off the wall.

  Then I ran off in search of Billie, our musical theatre teacher.

  She wasn’t in studios one or two (they are our main studios, in the church that Silver Shoes is built from), but she was in the hall out the back, where most of the drama and musical theatre classes are held. Billie once told me it has better acoustics.

  I saw her hair – which was coloured red, green and yellow, and bound up in a scarf – through the window in the door.

  ‘Billie!’ I said, pushing it open. ‘I need to …’

  I stopped.

  ‘Hello there, Ellie,’ said Billie, turning round, the bracelets on her arm jangling. Then she faced back to the small drama class she was obviously teaching. It was the seniors, and they were all looking at me like they didn’t know whether to think I was cute or crazy. ‘Now that’s what I call a dramatic entrance,’ said Billie, winking at them. ‘How can I help you, Miss Irvin?’ she asked me.

  ‘Sorry, Billie,’ I whispered, hiding the flyer behind my back. ‘I really need to talk to you.’

  ‘Well, lovely, if you can wait for two minutes while I finish with this class, I’m all yours.’

  ‘Great. I’ll just wait outside.’ I turned to go and then remembered the manners Mum always goes on about. ‘Sorry for interrupting,’ I said to the class.

  ‘Great voice projection,’ said one girl, and I flushed and tiptoed out, taking extra care to close the door quietly, like that would make up for the obnoxious way I’d stormed in.

  Those two minutes were the longest of my life! I paced up and down the corridor outside. It was the newest part of Silver Shoes, having only been built a few years ago to connect the hall to the main studios.

  My eyes kept darting back to the flyer. Mary Poppins. Bayside Choral Society with the assistance of Silver Shoes. And then the information in the fine print: Looking for triple threats to audition for main roles and a junior chorus. Performed at the Entertainment and Convention Centre.

  It sounded perfect.

  Except for the
part that said you needed to be able to tap.

  I’d given up tapping when I was still in juniors because I wanted to focus on jazz (actually, Mum made me; I would have kept doing it, otherwise). Sure, I remembered the basics – toe heels and shuffles, slaps and stamps. But I knew I was rusty.

  Would that ruin my chances of getting in? This could be my big break!

  ‘Billie!’ It burst out of me as soon as she had opened the door. ‘Look!’ I thrust the flyer at her.

  She took a long look and her lips curved into a smile. ‘Mary Poppins,’ she said. ‘Yes, I know. I put the flyer up myself!’ She did a quick little sequence with her feet singing ‘A Spoonful of Sugar’, which is a song from the musical.

  ‘Are you choreographing it?’ I asked.

  ‘Only the jazz parts,’ Billie said. ‘Not the tapping. Bayside Choral got someone else to do that. He’s a teacher at Dance Art.’

  ‘I want to try out!’ I exclaimed.

  ‘Well, that’s super cool, girlfriend,’ said Billie, handing the poster back to me. ‘You’ve come a long way since you first started classes with me a few months ago. I definitely think you’re up to it.’

  ‘What will I have to do at the auditions?’ I asked. (I HATE auditions.)

  ‘Hmm,’ said Billie, ‘there’ll be a couple of group dance auditions. Then you’ll have to sing a number with piano and backing music for the director and the musical director, perhaps read a scene or two in a British accent. Can you do that?’

  ‘Of course I can,’ I said, ripping off the accent from all the movies I’d watched. ‘And tapping? Will I have to tap?’