At his last checkup, the doctor had told him that the more he could build up his muscles, the better they would protect his damaged ligament, so Marmalade was already working carefully on all the exercises he’d been given by the physical therapist.
Stretching his bad leg out in front of him, he looked around at the view. The lake was a beautiful place to be on such a lovely evening. The surface reflected the cloudless sky, turning the water a wonderful silvery blue. Now and then, a slight breeze ruffled the water. A couple of ducks swam toward him through the ripples, waggling their tails expectantly.
“Sorry,” Marmalade told them. “I don’t have any food with me today.”
He gazed out over the lake while he thought hard about everything Mr. Penardos had said. Marmalade knew he’d lived a charmed life until this accident. Everything he’d wanted had happened for him, and his happy-go-lucky character had helped him to settle easily into living at Rockley Park with no hint of homesickness or any other problems. Of course, he’d had small ups and downs like everyone else, but he’d never really been anything other than happy. Looking back, even his worries about his wild red hair hadn’t been that bad.
Now all that had changed. His injury had given him complex feelings that he’d never had before, feelings he needed to understand if he was ever going to be a truly great dancer. Marmalade felt as if he was on the verge of understanding himself better, and through that, becoming a better dancer.
And now that he was involved with dance again, what about the routine he was supposed to be helping Jack with? He’d agreed that Jack needed a story to tell, to make his routine more interesting. Could Marmalade use his recent experiences to help with that? Jack’s routine wasn’t going to win him a place in this Rising Stars Concert. They both knew that Jack wasn’t yet a good enough dancer to be a Rising Star, and he hadn’t been at Rockley Park long enough to have earned any Rising Stars points either. But with Marmalade’s help, he could still show off the huge talent he had. They should make Jack’s dance the best they could, even though no one would see it except the rest of the class.
Then another idea flashed into Marmalade’s head. If they worked hard and came up with a polished performance, maybe Jack could dance it at a school assembly? Quite often, someone would finish the principal’s assembly with a song or a piece of music. So why not a few minutes of dance? If Mr. Penardos thought it was interesting enough, Marmalade was sure he’d put it forward for consideration.
There were two more principal’s assemblies before the end of the semester. If he could come up with a really good theme for Jack’s dance, maybe they would have a chance of Jack performing for the whole school. Marmalade pulled his crutches toward him and got up. He was too excited to sit still any longer. A germ of an idea had occurred to him. It would take a lot of work, and there wasn’t much time, but Marmalade was sure they could do it.
He headed back to the main dorm as quickly as he could. With luck, everyone would be having dinner by now. The gravel crunched under his crutches as Marmalade swung along, eager to find Jack and tell him about his plan. He negotiated the couple of steps up into the main dorm, and made his way down the hallway to the dining hall. Just then, Jack and Ravi came out and headed off toward their dorm. They must have finished dinner already. Marmalade leaned heavily on his crutches to get his breath back.
“Jack!” he yelled. “Wait!”
The two boys stopped, turned around, and waited while Marmalade hurried toward them.
“What’s up?” asked Jack when Marmalade joined them.
“Nothing,” Marmalade told him with a grin. “I’ve just had an awesome idea for your dance routine. I think you’ll like it, and if you do, I know it could be more than simply an exercise for you to dance in class.”
“Could it?” Jack said. “How? What’s your idea?”
Marmalade tapped his nose. “For your ears only,” he said mysteriously. “I’ll tell you after I’ve had my dinner.”
13. A Dance for Jack
It was two weeks before the end of the semester, and the whole school was gathered in the theater for the principal’s assembly. The oldest students had already taken their final exams and would be leaving today. Some were hoping to go on to music college or a university, while others already had jobs lined up in the music industry.
Younger students like Marmalade and Danny, sitting together near the front, were already looking forward to the long summer vacation as a time to relax for a while. But before that, there were still two weeks of school to get through. Each student chosen to perform at the Rising Stars Concert would need every day of those two weeks to prepare. Everyone was in a fever to know who the students were going to be and today was the day they’d find out!
First, everyone had to sit through lots of tedious but important announcements. At last Mrs. Sharkey, the principal, came to the most eagerly awaited moment of the assembly.
“And so to the Rising Stars Concert,” said Mrs. Sharkey, knowing full well how impatient everyone was to know who had been chosen. “The staff has looked carefully at everyone’s progress throughout the year, during class work as well as performances at the school concerts. We try to have as wide a range of acts and ages as possible, but because the concert is only a half-hour program, the numbers are very restricted. This means that the majority of students chosen are bound to be seniors.” She paused, and every single student waited, breathless with excitement and anticipation. Then she started reading out the names of those chosen, and at each announcement knots of students here and there clapped for their friends. After reading out five or six names, Mrs. Sharkey paused.
“We also have a few outstanding younger students,” she said. “And some of them have also earned themselves places in the concert. Rosie Masters will play her latest piece on piano.” Her friends cheered, and Rosie beamed. “George Guinness will play guitar.” A roar went up from another part of the theater. “Danny James has been chosen to play drums and Chloe Tompkins will sing.”
Everyone near Danny and Chloe erupted in excitement. Marmalade fixed his face into the best grin he could manage and thumped his best friend on the back. “Good job!” he told him. “I knew you could do it!” The rest of their friends were congratulating Danny and Chloe, and Marmalade took his chance to turn away and hide the misery in his eyes. He didn’t want to spoil their pleasure, but it was very hard to bear after Marmalade had felt so close to being chosen himself.
Chloe was sitting on the other side of Danny. She leaned over and they gave each other a big hug. “Good job!” she said. “It’s amazing. We’re actually going to be on television!”
“You’re not wearing your black beanie anymore,” Danny said, trying to disentangle himself from her.
She giggled and clutched her head. “Well, my hair has grown out a little,” she said, smoothing the wispy tendrils over her ears. “And anyway”—she glanced at Marmalade—“someone wanted to borrow a beanie, so I lent it to them.”
The whole room was full of excited students congratulating one another, and Mrs. Sharkey was smiling for once as she watched them. As everyone started to calm down, Marmalade struggled to his feet.
“Are you all right?” asked Danny.
Marmalade nodded, trying to look more cheerful than he felt. “Fine. I just need to get out for a minute. My leg is stiff.”
He made his way slowly along the aisle, and out through a side door. He was glad to get away from all the excitement in the theater. But there was another reason for him to leave. Everyone was still involved with the assembly, and no one noticed him reach the stage door and go in. He and Jack had been secretly working on Marmalade’s idea for a dance, and Mr. Penardos had been so impressed that he’d encouraged them to perform it today. But Marmalade had changed. The overconfident extrovert had gone and his belief in himself was low. In a few minutes, everyone was going to get a big surprise, and Marmalade hoped it would be a successful one.
Jack was waiting for him, holding a long bl
ack coat he’d borrowed from Mr. Penardos.
“Are you ready?” asked Marmalade. Jack nodded. He held the crutches while Marmalade struggled into the coat. Marmalade took Chloe’s black beanie from his pocket and crammed it over his hair. Jack had to help him push some of the red curls under the beanie, and then Marmalade pulled it right down. Without his trademark hair, Marmalade looked completely different.
Jack was wearing bright, floppy clothes that were far too big for him. The costume department had done well. His face was a white, greasepainted mask. He looked just like a circus clown. Threads of black string were attached to the ends of his sleeves and trousers.
Together, they crept quietly onto the stage. The curtain was down, and Mrs. Sharkey was still standing on the other side of it, talking to the assembled students.
Marmalade clambered up onto a raised platform at the back of the stage. The platform was often used for performances when different stage heights were needed. Danny always put his drum set there when he was playing—otherwise he would be hidden behind the guitarists. But for now, the platform was empty, except for a single chair. Marmalade sat down on it and rested his crutches by his side. Jack handed him a small crosspiece made of wood and then sprawled in front of him on the stage. Marmalade quickly hooked up the strings on Jack’s clothes and held the crosspiece in his lap. Then they waited in silence.
Mrs. Sharkey was coming to the end of her speech. “Before you go, there’s just one more thing,” she said. “As you know, we often round off these assemblies with a performance. Today we have a very new student, and another who has been with us for a year. Usually, our performances are pop- or rock-influenced, but because of injury, these students have opted to do something very different. Here they are, Jack Cheung and Marmalade Stamp!”
The curtain rose, and Marmalade looked out over the audience. It was wonderful to be onstage, even under these circumstances. Then he glanced down at Jack. He was flopped convincingly on the floor. It didn’t look as if he had any bones at all. Slowly, Marmalade lifted the crosspiece he was holding, and Jack started to come to life.
To begin with, the music was slow and careful, as Marmalade took the role of an old, lame puppeteer, teaching his puppet to move. Jack had to learn how to stand, how to move without falling over, and how to sit down properly. The audience laughed at Jack’s antics. But gradually, the mood changed and the music quickened. The puppet learned fast and soon got better and better. In no time, he was getting impatient with the strings that held him. The puppeteer tried to restrain him, but he was old and infirm, while the puppet was young and getting more exuberant by the moment.
Jack was playing his part brilliantly. And instead of everyone laughing at Jack’s antics, now the audience was anxious for Marmalade’s character. The pupil was stronger than his teacher now, and soon a real struggle was going on for ownership of the strings.
“Steady!” whispered Marmalade to Jack at one point. “You’ll pull me over in a minute.”
Jack grinned back at him, and eased up a bit.
Eventually, the old man was forced to release his puppet. Now that Jack was free, he taunted the puppeteer. He danced out of reach, and performed jumps and spins that the old man would never be able to do.
The dance ended with Jack leaping out of reach, and dancing triumphantly offstage, while the puppeteer stood, leaning heavily on his crutches—a beaten, lonely old man. Once Jack had disappeared, Marmalade returned to his seat and sank down onto it. His misery was there for all to see as the music, and the dance, came to a poignant end.
For a few moments after the curtain fell, there was silence in the auditorium. Then everyone burst into applause. The dance had captivated everyone. Jack had been a perfect, playful, strong-willed puppet, and Marmalade had portrayed the sadness of the old man to perfection.
The boys came out to take their bows and everyone cheered them. Jack and Marmalade grinned at each other. It hadn’t been the dance Marmalade had been hoping for at the beginning of the semester. The Rising Stars Concert was going to take place without him. But he was performing again, and it had gone wonderfully.
With any luck, over the summer, Marmalade’s knee would finish healing, and he would be able to come back to school fit and well. This brief performance had done a lot to boost his confidence, and Marmalade could feel his old, buoyant self returning. But he would never risk injury again by behaving stupidly, and from now on, he would keep his fooling to jokes, rather than jumps.
“No more falls,” he said to Jack above the cheers of the audience.
“Right!” Jack agreed.
“And next year we’ll be Rising Stars,” he promised.
“Do you think so?” asked Jack. They bowed again and the curtain came down in front of them, separating them from the audience.
Marmalade turned to Jack, determination shining in his eyes. “I know it,” he said. “With our skills combined, we’re unbeatable. We ought to have a pact for next year. Rising Stars!” He raised his hand and Jack did the same. They clapped their hands together and grinned.
“Rising Stars!” they promised each other. “Rising Stars!”
So you want to be a pop star?
Turn the page to read some top tips
on how to make your dreams
come true....
Making it in the music biz
Think you’ve got tons of talent?
Well, music maestro Judge Jim Henson,
Head of Rock at talent academy Rockley Park,
has put together his top tips to help
you become a superstar.…
Number One Rule: Be positive!
You’ve got to believe in yourself.
Be active! Join your school choir
or form your own band.
Be different! Don’t be afraid to stand
out from the crowd.
Be determined! Work hard and stay focused.
Be creative! Try writing your own material—
it will say something unique about you.
Be patient! Don’t give up if things
don’t happen overnight.
Be ready to seize opportunities
when they come along.
Be versatile! Don’t have a one-track mind—try out
new things and gain as many skills as you can.
Be passionate! Don’t be afraid to show
some emotion in your performance.
Be sure to watch, listen, and learn all the time.
Be willing to help others.
You’ll learn more that way.
Be smart! Don’t neglect your schoolwork.
Be cool and don’t get bigheaded! Everyone
needs friends, so don’t leave them behind.
Always stay true to yourself.
And finally, and most important,
enjoy what you do!
Go for it! It’s all up
to you now.…
For more about the Fame School kids, read
FAME SCHOOL
Solo Star!
At top talent school Rockley Park, the Rising Stars Concert is the highlight of the year—the show is even going to be on TV! Chloe is desperate to take part and, against all odds, she makes the cut. This could be her big break! The only problem is that she has to perform with a band, when she’s only ever wanted to be a solo star. Will Chloe be able to shine onstage? Or will all her hard work be wasted?
CINDY JEFFERIES’s varied career has included being a Venetian-mask maker and a video DJ. Cindy decided to write Fame School after experiencing the ups and downs of her children, who have all been involved in the music business. Her insight into the lives of wannabe pop stars and her own musical background mean that Cindy knows how exciting and demanding the quest for fame and fortune can be.
Cindy lives on a farm in Gloucestershire, England, where the animal noises, roaring tractors, and rehearsals of Stitch, her son’s indie-rock band, all help her write!
To find out more about Cindy Je
fferies, visit her Web site: www.cindyjefferies.co.uk
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