THE REAL EDEN DEVINE NEEDS MY HELP!
It was like watching music itself turn into a human being! That’s how amazing Eden Devine’s dancing was. The boy was only six songs into his concert and he’d already done most of his famous moves. The backward-slide. The side-slide. The spin. The high kick any footballer would envy. Nobody could dance like Eden Devine – but, of course, his songs were most important. He finished singing his biggest worldwide hit, Kiss My Echo, then he did the move everyone knew him for. The back-flip so perfect it could have earned him a place on the Olympic gymnastics team. All that and he still didn’t have a single hair out of place. Dyed pink, it was twirled up like an ice-cream cone. Nor was he out of breath. His singing was pitch-perfect.
He was her hero and she couldn’t believe she was about to speak to him. Her heart seemed to be thumping as loud as the music. It drowned out the sound of her bedroom window opening. It drowned out the sound of someone climbing in from the rainstorm outside. It drowned out the sound of their footsteps creeping up behind
