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scattered like roaches from Raid.
    Thump. Awreeeeeeeeeeee.
The fallen microphone shot feedback through the bar as it—and Davina—crash-landed on the sticky floor with an amplified
ooof
.
    Audience members searched the club frantically, as if expecting a friend who still hadn’t shown. The band continued to play.
    “My shoulder!” cried Davina. “I think I broke something….”
    The bouncer appeared and knelt in front of the injured diva. He picked her up like a baby bird and slung her injured wing around his neck.
    She kicked him in the shin. “Oww!” she snapped. “That’s the broken one!”
    “Ooops.” He winked at the band as he hauled her off. “My rude.”
    The girls onstage suppressed their smiles.
    “Aren’t they worried about her?” Melody asked.
    “They hate Davina,” Spectra explained. “She’s such a snob. She doesn’t even know these songs—they have to bribe her with clothes or she won’t practice.”
    “Why didn’t they kick her out?” Melody asked.
    “Her father is Danny Corrigan,” Billy explained, tilting her head to face the neon sign above the bar. “As in Corrigan’s. It’s his place. And right now this is the only place they play.”
    “I heard that Sage, the guitarist, paid the people in the front row to drop Davina!” Spectra said, with the certainty of someone who could back up her statement with proof, even though she rarely did.
    “Anyone know ‘Doll Parts’?” Sage asked, swaying in her combats.
    Melody gasped. She’d been singing that song in the shower for, like, forever. She could sing it backward while chewing gum. But there was no way she could get up in front of a crowd like this. What if her asthma kicked in? What if…
    “She does!” Candace called, lifting her sister’s hand in the air.
    Melody ducked. But Billy wrapped his arms around her knees and lifted her up.
    “Her name is Melly!” Candace shouted. A wavy-haired guy with wire-framed glasses and a face full of study-stubble appeared at her side. Candace hugged him like a returning war hero.
Shane?
    “She’s coming!” Spectra yelled.
    “Melly! Melly! Melly!” chanted Spectra and Billy. Seconds later everyone else joined in.
    “Melly! Melly! Melly!”
    Melody stiffened. She was going to kill Candace… if she herself didn’t die of embarrassment first.
    Candace grabbed Melody by the shoulders. Her green eyes were sincere. Loving, even. “You know what Mom always says? What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?” Melody clenched her fists as if knowing the answer and refusing to let it go. Candace winked. “Fear out!”
    With the help of Billy, Spectra, and Shane, Candace pushed her sister forward. Sage extended a calloused hand to pull Melody up onto the stage.
    “Nice pj’s.” The guitarist grinned, meaning it. “From the beginning?” she whispered, and then tossed Melody the mike.
    Melody swallowed the Dr Pepper–flavored barf rising in her throat. Faces glared up at her. If only one of them had belonged to Jackson. They didn’t have the warm, loving expressions he would have. Instead, they seemed impatient, restless, and ready to revolt. Their skepticism rose over the strumming guitar, dismissing her as an amateur before she even started.
    Melody closed her eyes. She could do this. She had done this.She had always dreamed of doing it again. All she had to do was ignore the talking, shut out their doubtful expressions, step back into the shower, and…
    “I am doll eyes…”
    Her voice was clean. No wheezing. No phlegm. Just pure and haunting.
    Suddenly, Melody was back in Beverly Hills. Angry at the world for dismissing her because of a (massive) nose. Reduced to a body part instead of seen as a whole person. Raging in the shower while her family was out and about, enjoying their beauty.
    Sage’s guitar was insistent. Melody gripped the microphone with both hands, embodying the energy of drums, the bass. Her indignation grew, gathering force like a spiraling