Spellsinger (Avalon: Web of Magic #5) Read Online Free

us!”
    “Anyway, we have to stay calm, Kara—Kara?”
    “Tick tock.” Kara pointed at her watch as she breezed back out of the kitchen.
    At ten minutes to the hour, the room was ready. Kara scooted, shooed, and skedaddled the volunteers out of the room and locked it behind her so that nothing could be touched. She stood guard alone, eyes darting, another frown forming.
    Emily approached cautiously. “Hi. My name is Emily. Can Kara come out to play?”
    Kara slumped against the door. “There’s just so much going on...”
    “You’re doing a great job,” Emily reassured her. “And so is everyone else. It would be nice if they heard that now and then.”
    “Okay. What do you think we should do about the Fairimental’s message?”
    “We should contact Zach after the press conference, when everything calms down,” Emily answered, referring to the human boy Adriane had met on Aldenmor.
    “Fine. I’ll call the d-flies. They can make a portal phone call.”
    Something squawked in Kara’s bag. She hauled out a small walkie-talkie.
    “Ground control,” she said.
    “Drone One to Queen Bee,” a voice hissed.
    “Go ahead, Drone One.”
    “Target spotted. Headed right toward Main Street. You are not going to believe it!”
    “Stay calm, Drone One…” Kara urged.
    “It’s Johnny Conrad! Ahhhhh! ” The walkie-talkie crackled and cut off.
    “We’ve lost Drone One,” Kara said. She quickly checked her watch. “T-minus five and counting. How do I look?” She fluffed her blond hair.
    “Perfect.”
    Kara grinned. “Let’s move out!”
    They ran into the room where Mayor Davies and the other council members were still chatting away.
    “People! People!” Kara hollered. “Let’s go. Our guest of honor has arrived!”
    “Ooo, how exciting!” Mary Rollins exclaimed.
    “Let’s keep this orderly now,” Mayor Davies cautioned. “Just another visitor to our humble town.”
    “Look! It’s Johnny Conrad!” Heather was jumping up and down, pointing out the front window.
    “ Ahhhh! ” Tiffany screamed.
    Everyone in the room rushed for the door at once, stampeding past the mayor. Soon the vast crowd outside started screaming.
    This was it. Kara was about to become a star.

O UTSIDE TOWN HALL , Kara stood beside her dad. She heard the rumble of engines and the blare of car horns.
    And in the distance... music?
    Kara’s eyes widened as she and everyone else in the enormous crowd turned toward the street, where a jet-black convertible T-bird with the top down drifted their way. A young, dark-haired guy stood on the hood, a microphone in his hand. A tour bus crept along at a respectful distance behind the singer. A guy with sunglasses sat with a mixer board in the back between two huge speakers while another one drove, their heads bobbing to the beat of the thundering, pulsating, blisteringly happening song that was currently topping the charts.
    Let me tell you, if I sing it true, get up and start the dance,
    No matter what you do, it's your life, you're you,
    So come on and take a chance and dance!
    Dance! Dance! Dance!
    Take a chance and dance!
    Johnny Conrad’s thick, tousled black hair glistened in the golden afternoon sunlight and his deep, model-perfect cheekbones filled with dusky shadows as he rapped. His soulful deep blue eyes were cast heavenward and his lanky, muscular body swayed with the music, his pale shirt clinging, his black leather boots and pants shining, his long leather jacket curled behind him. The booming music seemed to ensnare his listeners as everyone moved to the beat. Molly, Heather, and Tiffany were bopping like crazy, dancing around the black car as it rolled up to the curb.
    Just take a chance and dance!
    Dance! Dance! Dance!
    Take a chance and dance!
    The entire crowd was caught in the rhythm, the enveloping sound, and the enchantment that was Johnny Conrad. Dancing, moving, shaking, and screaming, adults, teens, and children all rocked out to the sounds of the latest music