11 Flying Solo - My Sister the Vampire by Sienna Mercer Read Free Book Online Page A

Seriously . You have no idea how much I wish my twin was here instead of me . ‘Missing all this? She’s going to feel like she’s been staked!’
    ‘She had a lot on her mind,’ said Sophia. ‘It’s understandable that she forgot about entering the competition.’ Both she and Brendan had been completely understanding, but this was The Pall Bearers they were talking about. When news came out about the tickets, what were they supposed to do? Miss out on the greatest band ever?
    Olivia knew Ivy would feel dreadful if her decision to attend Wallachia had kept her friends from enjoying an event of a lifetime. So, here she was, trying to do the best, most convincing Ivy impression she had ever done. Her Hollywood life may be on hold, but that didn’t stop Olivia from acting her socks off!
    Olivia tugged at the baggy black T-shirt she was wearing – so not her style – but Sophia and Brendan could only get tickets if the winner, a certain Ivy Vega, claimed them personally, and the man at the box office had Ivy’s photo on file from her original application. Olivia took another step forwards in line. It was almost her turn.
    ‘We’d better cut out,’ said Brendan, ducking under the velvet ropes and out of line.
    ‘Good luck,’ whispered Sophia in her ear.
    Olivia pulled a compact out of the pocket of her torn jeans. Olivia studied her reflection. Black wig? Check . Pale make-up? Check . Grungy clothes that may or may not need to go in the laundry? Check, check, check .
    Now only two people separated her from the front of the line. Olivia refused to sneak another look over at Brendan and Sophia. Just keep calm and you’ll get through it . It will be fine .
    ‘What was the first Pall Bearers song to top the Transylvania Billboard Charts?’ she overheard the bearded man working inside the box office ask the teenager standing first in line.
    In order to redeem their prize, each winner had to answer a trivia question about the band to prove their fandom. Even though it was a warm evening, a spike of cold went through Olivia’s heart.
    ‘“Welcome To My Frightmare”!’ the winner answered enthusiastically.
    ‘That is . . . correct!’ The box office man handed over the tickets. ‘Next!’
    Olivia was shivering with nerves. Sophia had spent all day helping her study, but what if they asked something she didn’t know? Come to think of it, Olivia wasn’t sure she could remember anything!
    She stared blankly at the back of the head of the person in front of her as the bearded man asked, ‘What is the lead singer’s cat’s name?’
    Olivia felt like someone had shaken her brain and erased it like an etch-o-sketch.
    ‘Zombie Gray!’ answered the girl, who was wearing fishnet stockings and knee-high boots. She took her tickets and waved them around.
    It was Olivia’s turn. She shuffled forwards as if on autopilot.
    ‘Name?’ the man asked, scratching at his beard and looking bored.
    Olivia squared her shoulders. ‘Ivy Vega.’
    He rifled through his list of winners. ‘Vega, Vega . . . Ah, here you are.’ He looked from the picture to Olivia and back at the picture again. Olivia held her breath. ‘Right,’ he continued. ‘Your question is: What is the third line in the second song on the first album?’
    Say what?! This was definitely not something they had studied. Olivia felt herself go whiter than the shade of Pale Beauty make-up she was wearing. How was she going to wing this ?
    Eyes wide, she looked over at Brendan and Sophia, who had already begun performing a ridiculous game of charades. Olivia squinted. She knew they were trying to tell her the answer, but what on earth were they miming?
    Sophia was furiously tapping her chest with one hand and pointing at Brendan with the other, while Brendan had brought his fingertips together in a sharp point and was making swift prodding motions into the air.
    Chest? No. Heart? Love . . . thumping . . . pointy thing . . . crying?
    Olivia shook her head,