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couldn’t be quiet forever.
    “See, I told you T-Jon hadn’t written anything yet!” Fizzy announced to the others. “The guy just can’t rap anymore.”
    Katie scowled. Fizzy was being very mean. “I can too!” she declared angrily. Then she gasped. Why had she said that?
    “Prove it, then!” Fizzy demanded. “Let’s hear the new rap.”
    There was only one thing to do. Katie had to rap. “Okay, here goes,” she said. “It’s great to be here at the show. Rappin’ to people I don’t know. I gotta admit it’s kind of cool. To be up here instead of sitting in school. I’m tired of homework and teacher’s tricks. I’d rather be up here making musics.”

    Phew . She’d done it! She’d come up with a rap. And it was a pretty good one, if she did say so herself.
    Unfortunately, the other Bayside Boys didn’t say so. In fact, they hated it!
    “School? Homework?” Ace asked her. “What does that have to do with anything?”
    “This song is about a guy on the road, missing his girlfriend,” Spike added. “He’s a little old for teachers and homework. Who in the audience is gonna relate to that?”
    Katie bit her lip and tried to fight back the tears. She couldn’t believe they were being so hard on her.
    Suddenly, Ace announced, “I’m not going on stage and making a fool out of myself.”
    “What are you saying, man?” Spike asked him.
    “I’m saying I’m not going to do a show with you guys,” Ace snapped. “No one’s taking this seriously.”
    “I am,” Spike insisted.
    “So am I,” Fizzy agreed.
    “Fizzy, all you care about is ordering room service, and all the stuff the record label will pay for,” Ace argued. “You don’t care about the music anymore. Even T-Jon can hear that.”
    Fizzy looked shocked. “T-Jon can’t even rap anymore! Why are you listening to him?”
    “Because he’s right,” Spike interrupted. “You didn’t sound so great before.”
    “Exactly,” Ace agreed.
    “And neither did you,” Spike continued, looking at Ace. “T-Jon wasn’t kidding. You did sound boring. And your harmonies were totally off.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Ace shouted. “Well, the fans think I’m great. Who do you think they come to see, anyway? Me . That’s who.”
    “Hey, that’s not true,” Spike disagreed.
    “I’ll prove it,” Ace said. “I’m going to record my own CD. I’ll bet my solo album sells more copies than the Bayside Boys CD ever did.”
    “I can’t listen to this anymore,” Fizzy said. He picked up his jacket. “I’m out of here.” He stormed out of the room.
    “Me too,” Spike agreed. “I need a break from you guys.”
    “Funny, that’s just what I was thinking,” Ace said, angrily grabbing his jacket and leaving the room just behind his ex-bandmates.

    Katie sat there in the hotel suite, thinking. She was kind of sad. The Bayside Boys were nothing like the magazines said they were. For one thing, they didn’t sound very good. At least not when they sang separately. And they weren’t very nice to one another, either.
    Suddenly, Katie felt a familiar breeze on the back of her neck. Within seconds, the breeze began to blow harder . . . and harder . . . and harder, until it was a wild tornado, blowing just around Katie.
    The magic wind was back!
    Katie shut her eyes tight and pulled her knees to her chest. She held on tight, trying not to get blown away.
    And then it stopped. Just like that.
    Slowly, Katie opened her eyes and looked around. There was the couch and the TV and the bathroom door. Okay, so she was still in the Bayside Boys’ hotel suite.
    But she wasn’t alone anymore. The real T-Jon was right there on the sofa next to her. He seemed really confused.

    “Hey, you’re not supposed to be here!” T-Jon shouted at Katie. He leaped up from the couch. “No fans are allowed. How did you get past that big guard at the door?”
    “I . . . um . . .” Katie didn’t know what to say. How could she explain the magic wind to