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leaned out a little farther. “Mom and Dad are saving me a seat. I’ll head out there. I’ll just tell people good luck first.”
    People. Right. Translation: ill papi, Sophie thought as she watched her sister walk away, her long black hair fluttering behind her.
    Her sister had been crushing on ill papi since the second she saw him. The weird thing was, ill papi seemed oblivious. No, he actually seemed uninterested. And that was completely against the laws of science. The big ones, like gravity. Boys were always turning up at the apartment with lame excuses. Hitting Sophie up for Sammi’s phone number. Trying to contort themselves into Sammi’s perfect guy.
    â€œOkay, guys! Opening spots,” Gina called, clapping.
    â€œWe’re performing at Disney World! Can you believe it?” Sophie cried as she lined up behind Chloe. “Or wait. Is this place too wholesome for you?” Chloe went for the whole multiple-piercing, dyed-black-hair, vampire-pale skin, lots-of-black-clothes look. But Gina made her keep it down to one pair of earrings during performances.
    â€œAre you kidding? I love it!” Chloe answered. “I know everything about it. Did you know that there are hidden Mickey heads all over the park? Like in the treasure room in the Pirates of the Caribbean, there are three gold plates that make Mickey’s head and ears. And there’s this one lamppost in Tomorrowland, where we are now, that makes a Mickey head shadow, but only at a certain time of day. No one knows exactly how many total Mickey heads there are, but—”
    The Kanye track started up. Ill papi and M.J. kicked things off, moving onto the stage from opposite sides. Sophie bobbed her head, counting. She couldn’t wait to get out there.
    And here it came. Her cue. Well, hers and the rest of the group’s.
    Colored lights above. Florida sunlight out front. Pure dazzlement. Sophie felt like she was shining inside as she worked the moves. Somehow time had sped up. It was going too fast. She wanted to remember every juicy second.
    The group spun to face the back of the stage as Sophie and Chloe moved forward and into side-by-side handstands. They moved into baby suicides—handsprings where they landed on their backs.
    The crowd let out whoops as Sophie and Chloe immediately launched into backspins, then hit their feet with pop outs.
    Now feet wide, lean left, roll head, and follow it around, Sophie coached herself. The rest of the group faced forward along with her and Chloe. For one moment, one beautiful moment, Sophie caught sight of her parents and Sammi clapping their hands off.
    For Sophie. For Sophie’s sort-of solo.
    She grinned as another pair of hands caught her attention. Giant hands. Four fingers on each. White gloves.
    Even Mickey Mouse was giving it up for the Sophstress!
    Hey, when the Mouse applauds you, you know you’re a superstar, Sophie thought. And for that moment, she felt like one. A full-out, tabloid-headlines-getting, red-carpet-walking, flashbulbs-popping superstar.
    And it felt goood .

CHAPTER 2
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    â€œAll right, who’s going again?” ill papi asked.
    â€œMe!” Sophie yelped as she climbed out of her Space Mountain rocket ship. She, ill papi, Sammi, and Becca—the Performance Group’s other big girl, not that Sophie was counting, but it was nice not to be the only one—had already gone on Space Mountain three times. Sophie couldn’t believe Sammi hadn’t puked yet. She hated roller coasters. They made her sick.
    â€œRide three was the best so far. I gotta see how four will feel,” Sophie added. Even though nothing could beat the feeling of dancing on the Galaxy stage with her parents and Sammi—and Mickey—applauding.
    â€œNo way am I giving up my Fastpass for the Pirates of the Caribbean,” Becca answered. “It’s just going to be me and Orlando in the dark.”
    â€œThat’s