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      Meet the Ellisons

       CHAPTER 1

      t was a perfect day in May, and Melody Ellison could hardly wait for her father to pull the car to a stop in front of her grandparents’ house. Every Sunday, Melody and her family had dinner here after church. But today was different. Melody was almost bursting with news. She hopped out of the station wagon so quickly that she forgot to hold the door for her sister Lila, who was coming out behind her.

      “Hey!” Lila shouted, but nine-year-old Melody was already halfway up the front walk. She only slowed to look at the purple petunias clustered near the steps. Then she skipped up to the front porch and peered into the big front windows. She could hear music coming from inside, and couldn’t help tapping her shiny shoes. Music always made her want to move.

      “What are you so hot after?” asked Dwayne, Melody’s older brother. His long legs had brought him around the car and up behind her in only a few steps.

      “I’m not hot,” Melody answered, before she realized that Dwayne was joking. He only meant that she was excited, and she was. She couldn’t hold her surprise in any longer.

      “Miss Dorothy asked me to sing a solo for Youth Day,” she said proudly. Youth Day was far away in October, but it was the biggest children’s program at their church. Kids from all over the city came to sing, play music, recite poetry, and even perform in skits. Only a few kids got the chance to stand in front to sing solo parts, and they had to be very, very good.

      Dwayne raised his eyebrows, and Melody watched his face nervously. It wasn’t easy to impress him. Dwayne was eighteen, and he’d done his first solo when he was eight.

      “Wow, congratulations!” he said. “You’ve gotta write Yvonne and tell her.”

      Melody grinned. Yvonne was their oldest sister, who was away at college. She was a good singer too. In fact, all the members of Melody’s family were musical. “I will,” she promised. “As soon as we get home.”

      “Tell Yvonne what?” Lila joined them, trying to balance a plate with their mother’s foil-wrapped triple-chocolate cake and push her eyeglasses up on her nose at the same time.

      “Melody’s going to be the star of the New Hope Baptist Church Youth Day,” he said, grabbing the plate as it wobbled. “Just like I’m going to be the biggest Motown star since Smokey Robinson.”

      “I don’t know,” Lila sniffed matter-of-factly, and nodded toward Melody. “Dee-Dee might beat you to it.” Lila was thirteen, and sometimes acted like she knew everything in the world.

      “Not me.” Melody shook her head. She liked to pretend she was a singing star at home, using her hairbrush as a microphone. But she didn’t like to be in the spotlight. She felt safe from her spot in the children’s choir when the congregation was full of the church family she’d known all her life. But she was nervous about standing alone on Youth Day, in front of a big crowd full of faces she didn’t know.

      Melody’s parents crowded onto the porch. The delicious aroma of Big Momma’s pot roast and gravy wafted outside. “Boy, that sure smells good, doesn’t it?” Melody’s father whispered.

      Melody’s tummy answered with a gurgle, and she nodded.

      Melody’s mother laughed. “Will, you always did think my mother was the best cook in the world.”

      “Well, she is, Frances!” Mr. Ellison said, loosening his tie.

      “Did anybody ring the doorbell?” Lila asked.

      Melody shook her head and reached out to push the bell. Just then, Big Momma swung open the door.

      Melody had always thought it was funny that they called her grandmother Big Momma, since she wasn’t much taller than Melody. But the name was a sign of respect. Besides, when her grandmother sang, her voice was very big.

      “Hello, my chicks!” Big Momma said. She greeted each of her grandchildren with a rose-scented squeeze.

      “Big Momma, this is Detroit, Michigan. You left all your chickens back in Alabama, remember?” Dwayne said, ducking out of her arms.

      Melody lingered a little longer, until Lila nudged her to get a turn. But when Lila strolled over to check out the latest magazines on the coffee table, Big Momma folded her arms and gave Melody a stern look. “I believe you’ve got something to tell me,” she said.

      “Yes!” Melody exclaimed. “Miss Dorothy asked me to learn a solo over the summer for the Youth Day pro—” She stopped. Big Momma was smiling and nodding. Melody stared at her grandmother in wonder. “You already knew!” Melody said. “How?”

      “Are you kidding?” Lila said from the sofa. “Big Momma and Miss Dorothy are best friends. They tell each other everything. They were in a gospel singing group together before we were even born.”

      Big Momma laughed. “Yes, Dorothy and I trained to be music teachers together back in Alabama, and we traveled around singing in churches. She says you’re ready to carry a song on your own.”

      “Who is ready for what?” Melody’s mother asked from the dining room.

      “Melody’s doing a Youth Day solo,” Lila told her.

      “Oh, that’s wonderful, honey!” Mrs. Ellison clapped her hands and rushed to give Melody a hug.

      “Thanks, Mommy,” Melody said, suddenly feeling shy at all the attention.

      “I believe our Melody is ready to sing out,” Mr. Ellison said, as he placed extra chairs at the dining table. Melody heard the pride in his voice and wished she felt as confident as he did. She tugged at the end of her braid.

      Big Momma put her arm around Melody’s shoulders. “It’s okay to be nervous, baby chick,” she said, reading Melody’s mind. “You have all summer to practice. I’ll help.”

      “But what about your students?” Melody asked. Big Momma taught piano and voice lessons to kids and grown-ups, right in her living room.

      “Don’t worry, I’ll find the time.”

      “Thanks, Big Momma.” Melody felt her nerves flutter again. But she felt good knowing that her family believed so much in her. She skipped into the dining room, where Lila was setting the blue plates onto the yellow-checked tablecloth.

      “Remember,” Melody’s mother said, handing Melody a stack of paper napkins. “We’ve been a musical family for generations.”

      “See? I knew I was born to be a big name in the music business!” Dwayne said. He did a quick spinning dance move before he set a basket of rolls on the table.

      Melody laughed as she carefully folded each napkin into a triangle and tucked one beside every plate.

      “You’re so silly!” Lila said to him, shaking her head.

      “The thing about Youth Day is that I get to pick my own song,” Melody told her brother. “But I don’t know which one to sing.”

      “We could try some songs after dinner.” Dwayne winked at Melody. She knew he took every chance he could to play Big Momma’s beloved piano.

      “After dinner means we need to eat dinner first, doesn’t it?” Melody’s father said.

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