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  It’s about time for the world to see

  The legend I was born to be.

  The prince of pop, a dazzling star,

  My fans will flock from near and far.

  But superstar fame is hard to get

  Unless I help myself, I bet.

  I need a plan, a cunning trick

  To make my stage act super-slick.

  Seven magic clefs I’ll steal —

  They’ll give me true superstar appeal.

  I’ll sing and dance, I’ll dazzle and shine,

  And superstar glory will be mine!

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Map

  Poem

  Makeup Mix-up

  Secret Star!

  Goblin Glamour

  Rachel in Danger!

  The Glitter Trail

  Wibble-Wobble!

  Teaser

  Also Available

  Copyright

  The sun was shining on best friends Rachel Walker and Kirsty Tate. It was summer vacation, and they had come to the Rainspell Island Music Festival as special guests of their favorite music group, The Angels.

  The girls were standing in the middle of a cluster of activity tents known as Star Village. There were tents of every shape and color, with fortune-tellers, singing teachers, musicians, and stylists offering their services for free. It was hard to know which one to choose!

  “Let’s try that one,” said Rachel.

  She pointed to a tent that sparkled in the morning sun. The sign hanging outside said GLITTER & GO, and people were lining up to have their faces painted.

  As the girls joined the line, a group of teenagers walked past, chatting about the famous people they had seen.

  “I heard that Dakota May’s here,” said one of the boys.

  Kirsty and Rachel gasped. Dakota May was one of their favorite superstars.

  “I hope she’s going to put on a concert while she’s here!” said Kirsty.

  They started singing Dakota May’s latest song, “The Faces of Me,” and they only stopped when it was their turn to have their faces painted. Giggling, the girls hurried into the tent and perched on high stools.

  “Hi, I’m Chloe,” said a bubbly dark-haired girl to Rachel. “What would you like today?”

  Rachel knew exactly what she wanted!

  “Could I have a rainbow across my cheek?” she asked.

  “Sure,” said Chloe, picking up her jar of makeup brushes.

  “How about you?” asked the red-haired makeup artist in front of Kirsty. “I’m Dora, by the way.”

  “I can’t decide what I want!” said Kirsty with a smile.

  “How about some glittery face paint?” asked Dora. “I can make you shimmer like a fairy!”

  Rachel and Kirsty shared a smile. No one else knew that they were secretly friends with the fairies. Rainspell Island was a very special place for them, because this was where they had met the fairies for the first time. Now, in addition to enjoying the festival, they were helping the fairies again.

  Mean Jack Frost had stolen the Superstar Fairies’ magic music clefs and brought them to the festival. The clefs made sure that all aspects of pop music were a success, but now Jack Frost was planning to use them to become a superstar himself!

  So far, Kirsty and Rachel had helped the Superstar Fairies get four of their magic clefs back from the goblins, who were hiding them. But there were still three left to find. Without them, pop music would be ruined. The girls were determined not to let that happen!

  Just then, a teenage girl with long blond hair and large sunglasses sat down on the stool next to Kirsty.

  “Could I have a butterfly on my cheek, please?” she asked.

  Her makeup artist, Sylvie, started to work. The teenager glanced over at Rachel.

  “That’s going to look very cool,” she said. “Maybe I’ll get a rainbow on my face tomorrow.”

  “Isn’t this a fun festival?” said Rachel, smiling back at her. “We’ve been trying to decide which part we like best, but we can’t!”

  “I know the feeling,” said the girl with a friendly laugh. “I’ve been coming here for years, and I still can’t decide!”

  Rachel and Kirsty chatted with the girl about the other festivals she had attended. She seemed to have been to them all! Meanwhile, the makeup artists worked quickly, and when they finished they each held up a mirror in front of the girl they’d been working on. Rachel and Kirsty held their breath, ready to be impressed. But . . .

  “Oh,” said Kirsty.

  “Oh, dear,” said Rachel.

  Kirsty’s green and black face paint made her look more like a wicked witch than a fairy. Rachel’s rainbow was a messy blob of dull colors, and the blond girl had a spooky spider on her cheek instead of a beautiful butterfly.

  The makeup artists all looked embarrassed, and Sylvie blushed.

  “I don’t understand,” said Dora, frowning at her makeup brushes.

  “We have to stop working,” said Chloe. “Something weird’s going on.”

  They left the tent and Rachel and Kirsty gazed at each other unhappily. This was all because of Jack Frost and his goblins!

  “Don’t be sad,” said the teenage girl, looking at their somber faces. “Maybe we can fix it.”

  As she leaned forward to look at the rainbow on Rachel’s cheek, her long blond hair slipped to one side. It was a wig! The girls caught a glimpse of the black bob underneath, and they recognized that hair at once.

  “I know who you are,” said Rachel in a thrilled whisper. “You’re Dakota May!”

  Dakota pulled off her sunglasses and gazed at them pleadingly.

  “Please don’t say anything,” she said. “I’ll be mobbed by people wanting autographs, and I just want to hang out at the festival like a normal teenager.”

  For a moment, Rachel and Kirsty just stared at her in awe. Then a group of boys and girls rushed into the tent, shouting and squealing.

  “Is she in here?”

  “Has anyone seen her?”

  “Where is she?”

  “We want Dakota May!”

  “Quick, hide!” said Rachel.

  She pointed to a full-length mirror in the corner, and Dakota darted behind it. Rachel and Kirsty turned to face the excited teenagers.

  “Dakota May?” said Rachel in a loud voice. “Didn’t I see her go into the dance tent next door?”

  “Or was it the karaoke tent?” Kirsty wondered aloud.

  “In any case, I definitely don’t see her in here,” added Rachel, gazing around.

  “Let’s go and check out the dance tent!” shouted one of the boys. “Come on!”

  The teenagers left the tent, and Dakota stepped out from behind the mirror.

  “Are they gone?” she asked. “Thanks, girls! It’s great to have so many fans, but sometimes I just want to act like an ordinary girl. Besides, everyone will see me soon — I’m going to be making an appearance at tonight’s concert.”

  Kirsty and Rachel were very excited to hear this news. They had been planning to go to the concert anyway, but now they were determined not to miss it for the world!

  “We’re really looking forward to it,” said Kirsty. “We love your music.”

  “That’s great to hear!” said Dakota with a winning smile. “I’m just going for a quiet walk first — hopefully without any fans chasing me!”

  “We’ll keep your secret,” Rachel promised with a grin.

  Dakota looked into the mirror and checked that her wig and sunglasses were on straight.

  “Thanks again, girls,” she said, heading out of the tent. “Maybe I’ll see you at the concert later.”

  “Definitely!” c
alled Rachel and Kirsty.

  As Dakota disappeared from sight, Rachel noticed something strange. A tiny glow was coming from a group of makeup brushes on a table.

  “Kirsty!” said Rachel in an excited whisper. “Look!”

  The glow grew brighter, and then the fattest makeup brush let out a puff of rainbow-colored fairy dust. Out of the sparkling dust sprang a beautiful fairy! Her dark, pixie-style hair shined in the light. She giggled as she twirled in midair, shaking the glittering fairy dust from her swishy blue skirt. It was Frankie the Makeup Fairy!

  “Hi, girls,” she said. “I came to look for my clef, but I was hoping I’d find you, too!” She frowned. “What’s the matter with your face paint?”

  The girls quickly explained what had happened. Frankie waved her wand and the awful designs disappeared from their faces.

  “This is bad,” she said. “Some of the best makeup artists in the world are here on Rainspell Island. If they can’t create beautiful makeup designs, no one can! It’s all because my clef is missing.”

  “That’s what we thought,” said Kirsty.

  “We have to find your necklace fast,” said Rachel in a determined voice. “Let’s start by looking around Star Village.”

  Kirsty held open her shoulder bag, and Frankie slipped inside. They couldn’t let anyone see the pretty little fairy!

  As Rachel and Kirsty left the Glitter & Go tent, they noticed a long line at the next tent. It definitely hadn’t been that popular earlier, and it was a very boring-looking tent compared to the others. It was pale green, and it was covered in splashes of mud.

  “What’s going on here?” Rachel asked a boy who was standing in line. “What are you waiting for?”

  “It’s a face-painting tent,” the boy replied. “They’re doing the coolest designs ever! I’m going to get a lion on my face!”

  Three children were just leaving the tent, and the girls looked at them curiously. Sure enough, they had wonderful designs on their faces — a blue dolphin, a colorful clown, and a beautiful princess.

  “How did they get such amazing makeup when Frankie’s magic clef is missing?” asked Rachel.

  “I think we should investigate,” said Kirsty.

  The sign outside the tent was messily painted on an old tin tray:

  GREAT GRINS BY GREENY

  They peeked into the tent. Inside, a boy was sitting on a low stool. The makeup artist who was about to paint his face was very short, very bald, and very, very green.

  “It’s a goblin!” Kirsty exclaimed.

  “And he’s wearing my magic clef necklace!” cried Frankie.

  “I think your face paint is the best, Greeny!” the boy was saying. “I want to be a green alien like you! Can you give me a long nose and big feet, too? And a necklace just like yours? I want to look exactly like you!”

  The boy thought that the goblin’s green face was painted on! Greeny muttered something under his breath and wiped his makeup brush on his white shirt.

  Suddenly, a plan flashed into Rachel’s mind.

  “Come with me to the back of the tent,” she said in a low voice. “I have an idea.”

  When they were out of sight, Frankie fluttered out of the bag.

  “What’s your plan?” she asked eagerly.

  “We have to get into the tent,” said Rachel. “Frankie, can you turn me into a fairy and make Kirsty look like a superstar? Then she can distract the goblin while I try to get the necklace back.”

  “Great plan!” said Frankie, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

  She waved her wand. A flurry of tiny golden mirrors flew from the tip and swirled around Rachel. Instantly, she felt herself shrinking to Frankie’s size. Pale pink shimmering wings appeared on her back, and she fluttered them in delight. It felt wonderful to be a fairy again!

  “Now it’s Kirsty’s turn!” she said.

  Frankie held her wand high above her head and quickly chanted a magic spell.

  “To play a game of ‘let’s pretend,’

  Please glitz and glam my human friend.

  This superstar will light the sky,

  And turn all heads as she walks by.”

  She made a circle with her wand, and a stream of sparkling sequins flowed around Kirsty.

  After a few seconds, they melted away. Kirsty had been completely transformed into a glamorous superstar!

  She was wearing skinny jeans and a loose glittery top. Supercool sunglasses covered her eyes, and her hair was fixed in a spiky, ultra-modern style. Shiny rings covered her fingers, and she carried a large sequined bag on her arm.

  “You look fantastic!” said Rachel, clapping her hands together in delight. “This will definitely fool the goblin.”

  “I feel really tall!” Kirsty giggled, gazing down at her wedge shoes.

  She opened her bag to let Frankie and Rachel fly inside. Then she walked around to the front of the tent. The children in the line stared at her in amazement. She could hear their curious whispers.

  “Who’s that girl?”

  “She looks so cool!”

  “She must be really famous.”

  At that moment, the boy with the goblin face paint came out of the tent.

  “Now’s your chance!” whispered Frankie, who was peeking out of the bag.

  “I can’t skip the line,” said Kirsty in a low voice.

  Frankie gave a little laugh.

  “You’re a star,” she said. “You can do anything you want!”

  Kirsty’s heart was thumping hard, but she walked forward with confidence, and the line parted to let her through. She strode right into the tent and sat down in front of Greeny the goblin. Just remember that you’re famous, she told herself. Be brave!

  Kirsty knew that one of Jack Frost’s goblins would be impressed by someone who was proud and rude. She lifted her chin into the air.

  “I am the most famous star at the festival,” she said in a haughty voice. “I heard that you are the best makeup artist here. So I’m giving you the honor of making up my face.”

  Sure enough, Greeny looked thrilled.

  “Thank you, Your Starriness . . . Your Coolness . . . Your Famousness,” he stammered. “This is a great honor!”

  With trembling hands he opened his makeup box, which was filled with jars of colorful face paint and powdery glitter. Rachel and Frankie peeked out of the sequined bag and saw Kirsty point to the clef necklace.

  “That’s a pretty necklace!” she said. “Aren’t you afraid that you’ll get makeup all over it? I’d take it off if I were you.”

  “Anything you say!” said Greeny, gazing adoringly at the famous star.

  Rachel and Frankie squeezed each other’s hands in glee. The plan was working perfectly!

  “I’ll put it somewhere safe,” Greeny continued.

  The girls hoped that he would put the necklace down on the table, but instead he slipped it into the pocket of his shirt. Rachel flew out of the bag and hovered behind Greeny.

  “Distract him!” she mouthed to Kirsty.If Kirsty could keep him busy, Rachel might be able to take back the necklace without him noticing.

  “I want you to tell me all about makeup colors,” said Kirsty, looking the goblin straight in the eye. “Which colors should I be wearing?”

  “Um . . .” said Greeny, looking confused. “You . . . um . . . bright colors like . . . er . . . green um . . . suit you.”

  “But what kind of green?” Kirsty demanded.

  He just stared at her with wide eyes. He didn’t know what to say.

  “Show me the kind of green you mean,” she ordered.

  “Yes, Your Celebrityness,” he babbled. “I’ll find some!”

  As he hunted through his makeup kits, Rachel quietly slipped into his pocket. It was dark in there, and it smelled like dirty socks, but she held her breath and felt around for the necklace. As soon as she had the clef in her hands, she zoomed upward.

  But as she flew out of the pocket toward Frankie, there was a loud clap of thunder
. With a flash of lightning, someone appeared in the middle of the tent — a person with spiky hair and a very grumpy expression.

  “It’s Jack Frost!” Frankie gasped in horror. “Quick, Rachel — you have to hide!”

  Rachel darted into Greeny’s makeup kit with the necklace, as Jack Frost marched up to Greeny with his hands on his hips.

  “I’ve been waiting at the Ice Castle for you!” he roared. “What are you doing here, you silly green goblin? I want the magic clef so I can do my makeup! Where is it?”

  Greeny reached into his pocket, and his face fell.

  “It’s g-g-gone!” he stammered.

  Jack Frost looked as if he was going to explode. Even the tips of his spiky hair were shaking with anger.

  “You lost my magic clef?” he bellowed. “You worthless fool!”

  Just then, something awful happened. Inside the makeup kit, some of the glittery powder went up Rachel’s nose. It prickled and tickled, and suddenly there was nothing she could do to stop a massive sneeze.

  “ACHOO!”

  Greeny and Jack Frost whirled around and saw Rachel in the makeup box with the clef necklace.

  “The necklace!” thundered Jack Frost.

  “A pesky fairy!” yelped Greeny.

  Before anyone else could move, Jack Frost leaped forward and slammed down the lid of the makeup box, trapping Rachel inside.

  “Gotcha!” he cackled. “Now I’m taking you home with me!”

  Kirsty jumped to her feet.

  “No!” she cried. “Bring her back!”

  But there was nothing she could do! Jack Frost held up his wand and disappeared in a flash of icy magic — taking the makeup kit, the magic clef, and Rachel with him!

  Greeny gave a growl of rage. He tore off his shirt, stamped on it, and then charged out of the tent, yelling at the line of children who were in his way.