Chosen Girls is a dynamic new series that communicates a message of empowerment and hope to Christian youth who want to live out their faith. In book 5, Harmony’s heart is in the right place, but her trust is in the wrong person. She thinks a New York agent is the ticket for the Chosen Girls to make it big—and make a big difference helping the needy of the world. Through two Battle of the Bands contests Harmony learns the importance of trusting the Lord.
Chosen Girls is a dynamic new series that communicates a message of empowerment and hope to Christian youth who want to live out their faith. In book 5, Harmony’s heart is in the right place, but her trust is in the wrong person. She thinks a New York agent is the ticket for the Chosen Girls to make it big—and make a big difference helping the needy of the world. Through two Battle of the Bands contests Harmony learns the importance of trusting the Lord.
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Overview
Chosen Girls is a dynamic new series that communicates a message of empowerment and hope to Christian youth who want to live out their faith. In book 5, Harmony’s heart is in the right place, but her trust is in the wrong person. She thinks a New York agent is the ticket for the Chosen Girls to make it big—and make a big difference helping the needy of the world. Through two Battle of the Bands contests Harmony learns the importance of trusting the Lord.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780310865803 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Zonderkidz |
| Publication date: | 08/30/2009 |
| Series: | Chosen Girls |
| Sold by: | HarperCollins Publishing |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 144 |
| File size: | 2 MB |
| Age Range: | 9 - 12 Years |
About the Author
Michael and Beth Gordon own and operate G Studios, LLC, a new media content development company and leading provider of inspirational family lifestyle brands. Visit www.chosengirls.com.
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Big Break
By Cheryl Crouch
Zondervan
Copyright © 2007 G Studios, LLCAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-310-71271-8
Chapter One
Thursday
Yesterday I stopped for a slushy at the Quik Shop. I was standing there watching it ooze into my cup when someone said, "Can I get my picture made with you?" I didn't realize she might be talking to me. "Please?" the voice asked.
I turned around, and a young girl smiled up at me and showed me her camera. She asked, "Aren't you Harmony from the Chosen Girls?"
I asked her name and stuff-like people always want my photo. Then I felt something cold and sticky on my hand. The frozen cherry cola had overflowed my cup and was glopping into the little drain underneath it.
That's what I get for trying to act cool. I licked the stuff off my hand and followed her to the counter, where the clerk snapped our picture.
Isn't that amazing? I mean, just when I'm doing something totally normal, I get reminded that I'm-well, kind of a rock star. Don't think I'm complaining. Oh, no. The fame thing is muy bueno.
But I get this feeling there's more to it, that our band hasn't made it big just so people will recognize me at the Quik Shop. Like maybe I'm famous for a reason-
* * *
Thursday Afternoon
Trin burst into my room. "Harmony! Are you psychedor what?"
I jumped up and screamed, "I know! Only two days until ..." Then we both yelled, "Hopetown Battle of the Bands!" Trin broke into a dance and I did an air guitar solo and sang, "I can't wait to play my bass. Onstage, that's my favorite place. Oh, yeah!"
"You're crazy-both of you." My forever best friend, Mello, sat in her spot between throw pillows at the head of my bed.
My new best friend, Trin, tossed a plastic bag onto Mello's lap. "You're so right," she agreed. "That's why we need you, Mello. You keep us grounded." Trin watched Mello pull a pair of white pants out of the bag. "Plus you can sew," she added, tossing us one of her stunning movie-star smiles as she flounced across to my sister Julia's bed.
"What did you do this time?" Mello asked, inspecting the torn hem.
"My boots caught on them at our last concert," Trin answered. "Sorry. Can you fix it?"
Mello rolled her eyes. "You don't pay me enough for this, you know," she complained.
Trin looked shocked. "You get paid?"
Mello sighed. "Do you have a needle and thread, Harmony?"
"Somewhere," I answered, digging through my dresser drawers. I pulled out old hair clips, two markers, a rubber band, and some tape. "Just give me a minute." I added some smiley-face stickers and two candy wrappers to the pile.
Mello laughed. "What a mess. How can you find anything, Harmony? I should just go home and get my sewing kit. Save some time."
"Ouch!" I yelped, yanking my hand out of the drawer. "See?" I reached back in carefully and held up my prize. "You should have more faith in me. I found a needle."
"Thanks. Sorry you had to spill your blood for it. And how's your super suit?" she asked me, taking the needle from my hand. "I might as well solve everyone's problems at the same time."
"Mine's OK, I think," I said, digging for thread. "Ta-da! Look at this. It's even white. I'm organized in my own scary way." I handed the spool to Mello and crossed the room to my closet. I reached in and grabbed the white suit with the huge cross sewn on the front. I laid it on the end of my bed and looked it over. "Mine's fine. You did a great job on these, Mello. You're an amazing seamstress, or whatever it's called."
Mello blushed and stared hard at the needle as she poked it through the white pants. "Thanks. But all I did was put them together. You designed them."
"That was easy," I said. "I just tried to make them look like the ones in Lamont's music video." I stood there staring at the outfit, remembering the first time we watched the You've Chosen Me DVD. Mello's next-door neighbor Lamont had turned the three of us into superheroes, defeating evil monsters through special effects he created to help us enter a music-video contest.
"Hello?" Trin asked. "Harmony, you're totally zoned out. What are you thinking about?"
"My super suit. How cool it would be if it wasn't just a costume."
Mello groaned. "It's not just a costume. It's a symbol."
"It stands for God's power working through us," Trin added.
"I know, I know," I answered. "But don't you ever want to see it happen? In real life? You know, right versus wrong. Change the world. That kind of stuff."
"I do see it, Harmony," Mello insisted. "It's in our music-that's how we're changing the world."
I carried my outfit back to the closet and slipped the hanger onto the rod. I smoothed out the suit, then stepped back and closed the door. "I guess so," I agreed. "And Friday's a big day for that, huh? Loads of people will be there."
"I'm scared out of my mind about this Battle of the Bands," Mello admitted. "Why are you so psyched about it?"
"Like you said-that's how we're changing the world," I answered. "At least for now."
* * *
For Thursday's practice, I decided to surprise everyone by bringing our number one official snack: chocolate-covered pretzels mixed with peanuts. At the grocery store I grabbed the stuff and looked for the shortest line.
I found an express lane with only one woman checking out. Well, one woman, her two little kids, and a baby. I got in line behind them and smiled at the tiny girls who peeked at me from behind their mom. One of them turned away, but the chubby one smiled back without taking her thumb out of her mouth.
The mom had a hard time getting money out of the diaper bag because she was holding the baby. She moved him to her other arm and put the bag on the counter, digging through it with her right hand.
"I know there's more in here somewhere," she said, pausing to tuck a strand of long brown hair behind her ear. She pulled out wipes, a pacifier, and a stuffed animal. She turned her enormous blue eyes to me. "I'm sorry this is taking so long. I guess I shouldn't be in the express lane ..."
I told her it was fine, even though I did feel a little irritated. Because of her, I'd be late for practice at the shed. Couldn't she keep all her money in the outside pocket? How hard is that?
She started putting stuff back in her bag and said, "Um ... I won't get the bananas. Or the grapes. Sorry-"
The girl with her thumb in her mouth said, "'Nanas!"
Her mom said, "Maybe next time, sweetie."
The little girl whimpered. "I want 'nanas. Pweese, Mommy."
I looked at the other stuff moving down the conveyor belt toward the bags. Diapers, milk, eggs. Then I looked at the mom, whose eyes started to water and redden. "I said we'll try next time," she whispered to her daughter.
Oh. I finally got it. It wasn't that she couldn't find the money.
She didn't have the money. For bananas and grapes.
The checker guy set the fruit aside, and the woman paid for everything else. She moved her kids to the end of the counter and started putting stuff in bags.
I looked at the family, but suddenly I saw myself with Mamma and my sister and brother ten years ago. We'd just moved to the States from Peru, and my papi couldn't find work. The money they brought to live on was gone.
I had asked Mamma for bananas. "Yo quiero plátanos. Por favor, Mamma."
"Luego, mia mija," Mamma answered.
I felt the tears streaming down my face as I blinked away this vision of my own hungry childhood.
"Eight forty-two," the checker said in a loud voice. I blinked again and looked at him. He seemed irritated.
I whispered, "I'll take the bananas and grapes, please."
He shrugged and rang them up with my snack stuff.
I grabbed it all and ran to catch the mom. "Excuse me," I said, tugging on her sleeve.
She turned around. I said, "Um, I got those bananas. And the grapes-for your kids."
She stood up real tall and stuck her nose in the air. I could tell she wanted to say no.
I didn't give her a chance. "I know how it is-I'm kinda organizationally challenged too," I said with a laugh. "I've done that before, where I can't find my money. Please take it." I held the bag out. The little thumb-sucker reached for it. Her mom pulled her away.
"Maybe I'll see you in here again," I continued. "Then you can pay me back. After you find your money."
I watched the mom's blue eyes get all watery again, but this time she smiled. "Thanks," she said. "I'll look for you."
I practically ran to the garage in Mello's backyard where we used to play dolls and house when we were little. Now it's our studio-and a way cool place to hang. We call it the shed.
They were already warming up when I threw the door open. "I know what we can do!" I shouted.
Mello's drumsticks froze, and Trin's last guitar note hung in the air. Lamont looked up from the soundboard.
"We can feed hungry kids," I said. "Let's start a food pantry right here in Hopetown."
"And this idea came from ... where?" Trin asked.
"Does it matter?" I shot back. "There are kids in our town who can't eat decent food because their parents don't have enough money. We have money for fun stuff like, like ... chocolate-covered pretzels and peanuts." I held the bag up. "And we should help."
Trin put her guitar down and reached for the bag. I handed it to her. "So, are you in?" I asked.
"Starting a food pantry is a big deal," Mello said, grabbing an empty bowl and holding it out as Trin dumped out the pretzels and peanuts.
"Seriously," Lamont added. "You have to have a building and workers and ... food." He stuffed his mouth full and started chewing.
"We can get all that," I insisted.
Lamont flopped onto the old tan couch. "How?"
"With the money from Chosen Girls."
Mello shook her head. "It's not like we have unlimited funds, Harmony. If we start a food pantry, people need to be able to count on it. What if people got used to coming, and then we ran out of money and had to shut it down?"
"We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen," I answered.
Trin said, "And your plan for doing that is ...?"
My phone rang the tune for Unknown.
I answered it, and a woman started talking so fast my brain could hardly keep up.
"This is Larinda Higgins. I'm a talent agent with the Shining Stars Agency out of New York City. I'm sure you've heard of us-we represent many of the biggest names in pop, rock, and country music today. I am speaking with Harmony Gomez, correct? And you are the manager for the Chosen Girls?"
I gulped but finally managed to say yes.
"Good!" she said. "I know a bright, talented, young band manager like yourself would of course be busy looking out for the best interests of your band. I'm sure you've spent hours researching talent agencies-"
"Well, actually-"
"No doubt that's how you know about Shining Stars. Maybe you were afraid to call a company as large and well-known as ours, Harmony. I can certainly understand why. The Chosen Girls are untried, really. A few concerts under your belts, a few contests, yes, but, frankly, nothing like the big names our company usually represents."
"Um, uh, OK ...," I stammered.
"Don't be offended, Harmony. Everyone has to start somewhere. It's amazing you've accomplished what you have without an agent. It's a dog-eat-dog world out there. I'm sure you've discovered that by now. Am I right?"
I tried to think. "Well, yeah, I guess ..."
"That's why I am thrilled to be the one to tell you this unbelievable news. Harmony, the Shining Stars Agency is interested in the Chosen Girls!"
My heart beat faster.
"I'm not prepared to offer you a contract, you understand," she continued. "But we have our eye on you. In fact, I will be at tomorrow's Battle of the Bands myself, to watch the Chosen Girls perform. Who knows? If I like what I see tomorrow, well, let's just say the sky is the limit for your little band."
The line went dead.
"Who was that?" Trin asked.
I jumped up and down and screamed. "That, mis amigas, was the answer we've been looking for. The hungry children of Hopetown can count on us-as long as we win the Battle of the Bands tomorrow."
(Continues...)
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