Back Together Again - The Wish Makers, Book 5 (EBOOK)

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Chapter 1
Not many people could play a ghost fiddle. That was my talent for the Holly Lake High Talent Show tryouts. I hadn’t expected to want a spot in the show as badly as I did. All of the kids who’d tried out wanted spots, I knew that, and I hoped they all got in. The thing was, chances were slim-to-none that I’d be around to try out again next year, so for me, it was now or never.
“Ainsley!”
I spun to see Bryce Dalton, the cutest boy in school, coming my way. That boosted my spirits.
“Hey, Bryce.” I adjusted my grip on the bulky box I was carrying and walked backward down the sidewalk, until he caught up with me. “What’s up?”
“Oh, um . . .” He turned sunburn red before my eyes. How could such a popular guy also be shy? An enigma. “I wanted to tell you how great your audition was.”
He reached for the box to carry it for me. I handed it over and shook out my arms.
“You think? That was my first time ever on a stage. I nearly puked from nerves, and I messed up at least six notes.”
“I didn’t notice.” He was being gracious. He had to have noticed. “I’ve never heard anyone play wine glasses before.”
“Ghost fiddle.”
“What?”
“Some people call it a glass harmonica or glass harp. Some call it wine glass music. I prefer ghost fiddle because it sounds more mysterious.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. “Also, it makes people say ‘What?’ and starts a conversation.”
He smiled, dimples piercing the corners of his full mouth.
“How did you learn how to do that?”
“See? Conversation started. I taught myself.”
“So you put water in a bunch of glasses until you had all the notes on a scale?”
“Pretty much. It started when I was ten. We stopped for dinner at this place in New Mexico. I was waiting for Mum to come back from the bathroom and traced a water drop around the top of my glass. This pretty humming sound came out.” I closed my eyes, remembering the sound. “I did the same thing to Mum’s glass and a different tone came out. It took me about two seconds to realize why.”
“The amount of water in her glass was different.”
I tapped the tip of his nose with the tip of my finger. “Right you are. Next thing I knew, I was chugging down what was left of the water and sticking those glasses in my backpack.”
“You stole them?” He looked around, like maybe the police were just now catching up to me.
I held my left hand in the air and placed my right one over my heart. “I swear, that’s the only thing I ever stole. I felt so guilty about it the second I did it, I took an extra five dollars out of Mum’s wallet to leave for a tip.”
Bryce looked sideways at me. “So you stole from your mom’s purse to pay for the stolen glasses.”
I’d never thought of it that way before and hung my head in shame. “I’m a serial stealer. I haven’t stolen anything since, I swear. I’m going to sneak five dollars back into Mum’s purse when I get home.”
He grinned at me, amused. “You’re a little different, aren’t you?”