Melody Trumpet chapter sampler

‘Oh no,’ Melody said, looking around at the mess. ‘No, no, no, no, no!’ The door creaked open and a worried face peered through the crack. ‘Hello in there,’ Miss Sprinkles said, her voice shaking. ‘You should know I’m moments away from calling the police!’ ‘Wait!’ Melody cried. ‘The manor will be surrounded in seconds. Our Battyville boys in blue don’t waste any time.’ ‘Miss Sprinkles, hold on! It’s me!’ ‘Melody?’ Miss Sprinkles burst through the door, clutching a pile of fresh towels with the Trumpets’ personalised monogram to her chest. ‘My goodness,’ she stammered, taking in the sight of Melody surrounded by mountains of clothes. ‘Your mother will skin you alive for touching her things! Do you have any idea what all this is worth, what trouble you’ve got yourself into? We have to clean this up at once.’ ‘I know.’ Melody took off the feather boa and hung it back on the nearest stand. ‘I didn’t mean to make a mess.’ Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. It had felt so wonderful to be someone for a few minutes, even if it was only make-believe. A genius — adored, appreciated and glamorous, and fit to perform at Principal Sharp’s annual Debut Gala.

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