Melody Trumpet chapter sampler

The Trumpets were off to their weekly croquet session at their country club, which meant they’d be gone for the rest of the afternoon. Melody nibbled on her thumbnail and turned her attention to the pale blue baby grand piano in the corner of her bedroom. It had been a fourth birthday present from the school board. A sign of things to come , the card had read. Mr Trumpet had ripped it up and none of them had ever spoken of it again. Her gaze moved to the hot pink electric guitar and purple saxophone leaning against her bookshelf. She had hours to practise if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to. The instruments looked so perfect, and Melody already knew she couldn’t play them — not the way a real Trumpet would. She plopped onto her bed, reached under her pillow and pulled out the envelope. She peeled it back to reveal the invitation, and traced her fingertips over its gold embossed edges, cringing as she remembered how Principal Sharp had invited her to take her rightful place on stage . She was going to be exposed as a huge fraud. Her imagination ran wild with the headlines that would blast around the globe: HORRENDOUS TRUMPET HEIR! TRUMPET’S A FAKE! OUT-OF-TUNE TRUMPET!

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