Zeke Porter was on his way to All Star High. He was really excited, but trying not to show it. When he was inside the building he looked for his friend, Aaron Farmer. Zeke didn’t want to text Aaron. He wanted to see the look on Aaron’s face when he told him the news. The news that could make them both television stars.

Zeke finally found Aaron drinking at the water fountain.

‘Look at this,’ he said in an excited voice. He held out his phone. The text message on the screen read:

Aaron turned his phone on. He had the same text message.

‘Can you believe it?’ asked Zeke. ‘We could be famous. TV dance shows are watched by millions of people.’

‘It’s amazing,’ said Aaron. ‘But how did they get our phone numbers?’

‘Who cares?’ replied Zeke. ‘This audition is our big chance to be famous!’

‘Do you think any of the other Gang-Star dancers got the text message?’ asked Aaron.

‘I guess so,’ said Zeke.

Both Aaron and Zeke were members of the Gang-Stars. The Gang-Stars always helped each other. They had first met at an under-12s Music Club. It was so great to meet up again at high school that they started a gang.

The school bell rang loudly. It was time for classes to start for the day.

‘We won’t have much time to practise,’ said Aaron.

‘Yes, we will,’ said Zeke. ‘We can practise in morning break and at lunchtime. See you later!’

Zeke and Aaron met up again at first break.

‘Are we going to dance solo or as a pair?’ asked Aaron.

‘I don’t know,’ said Zeke. ‘First we need a place to practise. Then we can try out different dance steps and see what looks good.’

Most of the classrooms were locked during break and the rooms that weren’t locked didn’t have any space to dance in.

‘Hey, look!’ said Zeke. There was a notice stuck to the door of the gym.

‘That’s odd,’ said Aaron. ‘The gym is usually locked.’

‘Who cares?’ said Zeke. ‘Come on, let’s use it.’

The gym was the perfect place to practise their dance steps. It had a wooden floor and plenty of space. Aaron loved to dance and he loved martial arts. His plan for the audition

was to mix kick-boxing with modern dance. Zeke was a street dancer. His plan for the audition was to mix hip hop moves with techno music.

Zeke started to dance. He pounded his feet on the floor before doing a back flip. ‘What do you think of this?’ he asked Aaron.

But he didn’t get an answer from Aaron. Instead he heard the voice of their dance teacher.

‘You boys shouldn’t be in here,’ said Miss Walker.

Zeke and Aaron stopped dancing.

‘It’s okay,’ said Zeke. ‘There’s a notice on the door saying the gym can be used as a rehearsal room just for today.’

‘I didn’t see any notice on the door,’ said Miss Walker.

‘I’ll show you,’ said Aaron.

They all went to look at the door but the notice was gone.

‘It was there,’ said Zeke and Aaron together.

Miss Walker put her hands on her hips. ‘I won’t give you a detention,’ she said. ‘Instead you’ll help me. Go to the store room and get out twenty chairs. Set them up in the courtyard for a meeting.’

Zeke and Aaron quickly set up the chairs. Then they walked out of the courtyard to a small area of grass. Aaron practised his martial arts dance steps. Zeke practised his back flips and landing without wobbling.

Once again they were stopped by Miss Walker.

‘Why are you boys dancing?’ she asked. ‘I told you to set up the chairs.’

‘We did,’ said Zeke.

‘I’ll show you,’ said Aaron.

Miss Walker followed them to the courtyard but the chairs had gone!

‘We did set them up,’ said Zeke. ‘We really did!’

Miss Walker was not happy. ‘This is your last chance,’ she said. ‘If you don’t behave I won’t let you try out for Dance Dance Dance later. Now set up the chairs, please.’

Aaron and Zeke set up the chairs again. This time they stayed in the courtyard. Now no one could take the chairs away without them seeing.

‘I think someone wants us to get into trouble,’ said Zeke.

‘But why?’ asked Aaron.

‘Because if we don’t audition, then they will have less competition,’ said Zeke.

‘I think a teacher put them away,’ said Aaron.

‘I think you’re wrong. It’s someone who doesn’t want us to get on TV’ said Zeke. ‘But who?’