Talent Show Tricks (Volume 4) (Hardy Boys Clue Book, Band 4) - Softcover

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Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books.

Matt David, part-time illustrator and full-time clue finder, lives and works in San Francisco. He solves mysteries with his trusty pencil and the help of his wife, son, and clever cat.

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Talent Show Tricks

Chapter 1

OPENING ACT

Nine-year-old Frank Hardy sat in the school auditorium, going over a big checklist in a binder.

“Hey, Frank!” Chet Morton, Frank’s best friend, waved from the stage. “Check this out!” Chet held up three microphones and pretended to juggle them. “Maybe I can be in the talent show too!”

Frank laughed. He’d been chosen as a Bayport Backstage Buddy member for the school’s yearly talent show. That meant he was going to help with anything people needed during the show and make sure everything ran smoothly. He even had his own walkie-talkie to help him communicate with everyone around the auditorium. Mrs. Castle, the music and arts teacher who directed the show, said she picked Frank to work with her because he was so organized and reliable. He didn’t want to let her or the students in the show down!

The kids in the show, including his eight-year-old brother, Joe, were in the restrooms, changing into their costumes. Rehearsal would start in just a few minutes. It was Monday, and the show was at the end of the week, so they had a lot of work to do!

Frank took a few moments to check in with the rest of the BBB crew. First he talked through the walkie-talkie with Eli Ramsay, who was helping to work the lights up in a booth above the stage, and made sure he was ready to go. Then he checked on Chet, who was at the back of the auditorium. Chet was going to help with the sound—making sure each act had the right music and making sure the microphones all worked.

“Hey, Chet,” Frank called out. His friend was half-hidden behind a huge panel with all sorts of buttons and levers. “You ready to go?”

“You bet!” Chet said, flashing Frank a thumbs-up. “You know, this stuff is pretty cool. Maybe I’ll be a sound designer someday. Or a DJ!”

Frank grinned. Chet was always picking up new hobbies. As he walked away from the sound booth, he grabbed the walkie-talkie that was clipped to his jeans.

“Come in, Speedy,” he said.

The walkie-talkie crackled, and the voice of his friend Speedy Zermeño squawked over the line. “I’m hearing you loud and clear, Frank!”

“How are things looking back there?” he asked. Speedy was also helping backstage, making sure everyone was ready to go before their act.

“We’re ready to go when you are!” Speedy said.

Now that he’d checked in with the crew, Frank looked around the auditorium to see if the student director had arrived yet. Olivia Shapiro was an eighth-grade drama student from Bayport Middle School, which was just down the street. At that moment, Olivia and her seventh-grade assistant, Zoe, came sweeping into the auditorium. Olivia’s face was red and both girls were out of breath. It looked like they both ran from the middle school. Plus, although it was a warm day outside, Olivia always insisted on wearing a scarf wrapped dramatically around her neck. Frank had heard her tell Zoe in a rehearsal last week that all the great directors wore scarves.



Olivia took her usual seat in the auditorium with Zoe beside her. Zoe handed her a bottle of water, a notebook, and a pen while Olivia fanned herself.

Frank went up to Olivia. “Everyone’s ready to start.”

“Thank you, Frank,” she said. “Can you call the cast to the stage, please? I want to talk with them before we begin.”

“Sure,” Frank said. He got Speedy on the walkie-talkie and told her to send the cast out. Slowly, students started to trickle onto the stage. Most were dressed in colorful costumes or fancy clothes. Some held props, like Joe, who was clutching the half-dozen orange balls he juggled in his act. Others carried instruments, like the new kid at Bayport, Ezra Moore, who held his violin and bow.

“Attention, everyone!” Olivia said, waving her hand to get the cast’s attention. “I have an announcement to make.”

The students stopped their chattering and turned toward their student director.

“I want to remind all of you to have your friends and family book their tickets for Friday’s show now,” Olivia said. “You don’t want them to end up without a seat, do you?”

The cast shook their heads.

“Please feel free to see me after today’s rehearsal for more tickets if you need them,” Mrs. Castle chimed in. She was watching from the back of the auditorium.

“Okay, then. You’ll remind them tonight when you get home.” Olivia clapped her hands. “Places, please!” Frank saw a few kids roll their eyes. Olivia could be pretty bossy, and not everyone liked that!

The students scattered into the wings at the sides of the stage. The first and last numbers of the evening were songs that Olivia had choreographed herself, and they featured everyone in the show. Frank took his usual place in a seat behind Olivia and Zoe and got out his walkie-talkie.

“Eli,” he said. “Can you bring up the lights for the opening number?”

“Roger, boss!” Eli radioed back. The lights in the auditorium dimmed, while those on the stage brightened.

“Chet,” Frank asked, “is the music for the opening number ready to go?”

“Whenever you are, Frank,” Chet replied.

“Speedy,” Frank said, “is everyone in position backstage?”

“We’re ready!” she said.

Frank leaned forward to tell Olivia they were ready to start, but she was deep in conversation with Zoe.

“. . . think it’s going to be okay,” Zoe was saying to Olivia. “I heard Mrs. Castle say that over half the tickets have already been sold.”

“Okay isn’t good enough,” Olivia said. “I want to be a professional director someday, and this is my first chance to prove myself. This show has to sell out. What happens if they take the show away from me? Then what will I do next year?”

“Um, Olivia?” Frank interrupted. “Everyone’s ready to start when you are.”

“I’m ready,” Olivia said. “Let’s go.”

“Chet,” Frank said into his walkie-talkie, “start the music. Eli, hit the lights. Here we go, everybody!”