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called into the bathroom.
    Slowly, Katie opened the bathroom door. As she stepped into the living room of the hotel suite, she stuck her hand into her pocket. There was nothing inside.
    “I . . . um . . . I don’t have any money,” she said.
    Fizzy laughed and put his hand over the phone. “Yeah, like we need cash. The record company’s picking up the bills now, remember?”
    “You’re Fizzy,” Katie squealed excitedly.
    Fizzy looked at her strangely. “Yeah. And I’m hungry. So order something, will you?”
    But Katie was too excited to eat a thing. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed. “Spike!”
    Spike looked around quickly. “What’s the matter?” he asked nervously.
    “Nothing,” Katie assured him. “It’s just that I can’t believe I’m here in the same room with you . . . with all of you!”
    Ace walked over and draped a long arm around Katie’s shoulder. “T-Jon, dude, are you all right?”
    “Yeah, you’re acting kind of strange,” Spike agreed.
    “Are you ready to order or not?” Fizzy demanded of Katie.
    “No,” Katie quickly replied. “I’m not very hungry.”
    “Okay, so that’s it,” Fizzy said into the phone. “Just have them bring up the food when it’s ready.” He hung up. “Room service should be here soon,” he told the others.
    “Okay, how about we work on the new tune while we’re waiting for the eats?” Ace suggested. “I still need a little work on that second verse.”
    “Yeah, and T-Jon hasn’t finished his rap for it yet,” Spike said. He turned to Katie. “Come on, man, we’ve got a radio interview tomorrow morning and the first sound check is tomorrow night.”
    “Which is why we really need to work on this now,” Ace agreed.
    “Okay,” Fizzy agreed. “Let’s take it from where I come in with the high part.” He opened his mouth and began to sing. “Wherever I travel . . .”
    Katie couldn’t believe her ears. Fizzy didn’t sound anything like the way he did on the CD. In fact . . . “That was awful!” she blurted out suddenly.
    Fizzy stopped singing and glared in Katie’s direction. “Excuse me?” he demanded.
    “It just sounded so high and squeaky,” Katie told him, scratching the little patch of red hair on her chin. “Are you sure those were the right notes?”
    That made Fizzy angry. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Nothing,” Katie said quickly. “I just thought ...”
    “Yeah, well stop thinking ,” Fizzy shouted back.
    “Hey, guys, cool it,” Ace said. He stepped between them. “How about we take it from my vocal?”
    “Good idea,” Katie said. “You have such a nice voice. My friend Suzanne says it makes her all tingly.”
    Ace shook his head. “Maybe you better sit down, dude. You’re acting all weird.”
    Katie gulped. She’d been so excited about being with the Bayside Boys, she’d forgotten she was one of them. She’d have to be careful about what she said.

    “Okay. From the top,” Ace said. Then he began to sing. “When I’m traveling down that highway, with nothing but road ahead . . .”
    “Is that how you’re going to sing it on Saturday?” Katie blurted out.
    “You know another way?” Ace asked her.
    “It’s just that it sounds so boring,” Katie said. “So plain.”
    “That’s because it’s missing the harmonies,” Fizzy said. “Oh, wait, that’s right. You didn’t like my harmonies, either.”
    Fizzy could be really scary when he was angry. Katie was surprised. He sure never looked that way in the magazine pictures.
    “You know what?” Spike interrupted. “We haven’t heard anything from T-Jon yet.” He looked straight at Katie. “Instead of criticizing everyone else, why don’t you show us what you got?”
    Uh-oh. He expected her to rap! Right here. Right now. How was she supposed to do that?
    Katie gulped. This was so not good.

Chapter 7
    Katie just sat there for a minute, trying to figure out a way to get out of rapping in front of the Bayside Boys. But she