Melody Trumpet chapter sampler

Melody reread the letter in a rush, then folded the paper in half and slid it back into the envelope. What a lovely invitation. Her first. But she knew she wasn’t ready for a public performance, even though Mr Pizzicato had been working for years towards this very moment. The Trumpets had often spoken of the school’s prestigious Debut Galas over the years — tales of extravagant gowns, standing ovations, international guests and show-stopping performances, often their own. Her mind ran over the details of the invitation: A solo piece of your choosing. Headline the Debut Gala. The Prince and Princess of Zanjia. The heir of the extraordinary Viola and Barry T Trumpet. The first evening of spring. That was just a month away! Melody gulped. Maybe the invitation wasn’t as lovely as she’d first thought.

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Melody pressed her nose against her bedroom window, watching her parents sashay towards their limousine in the driveway. Mrs Trumpet flirted and laughed with Mr Trumpet, twirling her feather boa around, before Royce ushered her into the back seat of the limousine.

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