‘Let’s cut to the chase.’ Lucrezia twirled a strand of her ponytail around one finger. ‘We’re in charge of this dance, no matter who’s officially on the committee, got it? We ran it last year and we’re going to do the exact same thing this year. We just want to make sure everyone’s on the same page. Are we?’
Perched sadly on her stool, Jenny looked like a moulting parakeet. Was Olivia really going to join her? Then she remembered her dad’s cryptic Zen advice: ‘A wise man makes his own decisions; an ignorant man follows public opinion.’
‘Excuse me,’ Olivia piped up, smiling her brightest smile. ‘I think there must be some confusion. Girls in my grade organise the dance, so, if you don’t mind scooting over, I can get to organising.’
Melinda – or was it Veronica? – jumped out of her chair and looked ready to say something, when she froze. Olivia traced her gaze to the back of the room. The door was swinging shut behind Charlotte, and she had a camera on her shoulder.
‘Sorry,’ Charlotte mouthed, and then her loud voice cut the tense atmosphere. ‘Pretend I’m not here. Act natural!’
When Olivia turned back, Melinda, Lucrezia and Veronica were acting anything but natural. All three had bright smiles plastered across their lips. Clearly, none of them wanted to be caught on camera acting like total bullies. Which is exactly what they are, Olivia reminded herself. No way are they pushing me around!
Lucrezia patted Olivia on the back. ‘How silly of us to forget that it was your grade in charge of the dance.’ She levelled her stare, meeting Olivia’s eyes. ‘Please call us if you need any help.’
To Olivia’s relief, the girls traipsed out one after the other. Jenny watched them depart, then cast Olivia an apologetic glance.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, standing up off the stool. ‘Those girls . . .’
Olivia cleared her throat and rolled her eyes towards the camera that Charlotte still had trained on them.
‘I know!’ she said in a bright voice. ‘They’re so kind to offer to help.’
A shiver ran down Olivia’s spine. Of course. Those girls don’t want to look mean in front of the camera! But how long will Charlotte’s filming be able to hold them off? Olivia’s guess was not long, because at the doorway Melinda span on her heel and shot her a look so nasty it made her want to take a bath.
‘Yikes,’ Jenny muttered under her breath. ‘Well . . . I knew I chose the right chairperson.’
Olivia wasn’t so sure. She’d started feeling a little woozy. She may have won this battle, but she definitely had not won the war.
‘Hey, Olivia!’ Charlotte beckoned her over. ‘Want to get a sneak peek of our interview from the other day?’
‘Absolutely!’ Olivia said, feeling her enthusiasm come back. This was supposed to be fun, and she wasn’t going to let three wannabe pageant-queens on a power trip ruin that.
Charlotte flipped open the screen on the side of the camera and the interview loaded. Olivia watched, nervously. To her relief, she was pleased with her answers, and she didn’t look like a total dork on camera, even without a crew of stylists and make-up artists behind her. She must have gained more than a hot celebrity boyfriend on set after all! Learning poise and a little screen presence were added perks!
Just as she was about to compliment Charlotte on her filming skills, she spotted Ivy in the background of the scene. Her sister’s hand was squeezing around a super-thick Mister Smoothie glass and, then . . . pow! It shattered in a big oozing mess. That had to be vampire super-strength! No normal girl could break a glass with her bare hands. Olivia could hardly squeeze an aluminium can. Why hadn’t she noticed the commotion back in the café? No way could she let this stay on camera – everyone would find out about her sister’s secret vampire skills and her vamp family would be exposed.
Olivia eyed Charlotte carefully, trying to judge whether she had noticed Ivy’s show of super-strength. Charlotte’s face lit up every time she heard her own voice come through the audio, which, for once, was perfectly OK with Olivia. Charlotte was so focused on Charlotte that she hadn’t seemed to notice Ivy in the background. Still, Olivia was going to have to do something about this.
‘You think I could take a look at your camera?’ asked Olivia. It would only take her a second to go through the footage and delete the scene.
‘Sure. It’s the best my dad could buy,’ Charlotte said, beaming. She shifted the camera into Olivia’s hands but, as soon as she got hold of it, Olivia heard a beeping noise. A red light on the side of the camera flashed and the screen flickered to blank. Olivia shook the camera, hoping it would come back to life like a zombie from the dead.
‘Hey, be careful!’ Charlotte protested. ‘Do you know how much this thing cost?’ She snatched the camera back. It must have been out of batteries. How utterly great. Olivia had lost her chance. Now she would have to find another way to delete the interview before anyone saw it.
Charlotte squinted at the blank camera screen.
‘This sucks,’ she said, fiddling with the battery compartment. ‘I was hoping to get some behind-the-scenes footage and I may not make any of the other committee meetings – I’ll be super-busy planning my outfit.’
‘That is a shame,’ Olivia said. She meant it, too. It seemed as if that camera was the only thing that could fend off the Mean Musketeers. In the meantime, she still had a committee meeting to manage . . .
‘How about a marshmallow tier-cake?’ one person suggested, raising a hand in the air.
‘What about a balloon arch for people to walk under as they arrive?’ a girl at the back of the hall called out.
‘I know a great DJ!’ one boy offered.
Olivia scribbled down the suggestions using her pink fuzzy-topped pen. Fabulous ideas were flying from all directions. This dance had the potential to be a knockout success!
The door wheezed open, and Olivia glanced up. It was the trio – Lucrezia, Melinda and Veronica. It was at times like these when Olivia would have really appreciated Jackson’s security entourage.
One of the girls leaned over Charlotte and asked, ‘Is that thing working?’
Charlotte raised her eyebrows, surprised to be addressed. ‘Um, no, sorry. The battery’s dead.’
The girls sent razor-sharp smiles in Olivia’s direction. ‘No problem,’ Veronica said in a loud voice. ‘No problem at all.’ They strutted down the room on their colourful espadrilles and chunky wedges. ‘Miss us?’ she asked.