Jade and the Carnival

To Phoebe and Zoe, as they are the inspiration behind Magic Ballerina.

Table of Contents

Cover Page

Title Page

Dedication

Author’s Note

Map of Enchantia

Prologue

1. The Music and Dance Festival

2. The Toymaker

3. An Evil Magican

4. The Magic Call

5. Out in Full Force!

6. Happy Ending

7. Ballet Magic

Darcey’s Magical Masterclass

The Story of Petrouchka

The Girls of Enchantia

The White Cat’s Magic Ballerina Quiz

Acknowledgements

Copyright

About the Publisher

Welcome to the world of Enchantia!

I have always loved to dance. The captivating music and wonderful stories of ballet are so inspiring. So come with me and let’s follow Jade on her magical adventures in Enchantia, where the stories of dance will take you on a very special journey.

p.s. Turn to the back to learn a special dance step from me…

Map

Prologue

In the soft, pale light, the girl stood with her head bent and her hands held lightly in front of her. There was a moment’s silence and then the first notes of the music began. For as long as the girl could remember music had seemed to tell her of another world – a magical, exciting world – that lay far, far away. She always felt if she could just close her eyes and lose herself, then she would get there. Maybe this time. As the music swirled inside her, she swept her arms above her head, rose on to her toes and began to dance…

Jade had finished her lunch, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask to leave the table – not when her family were chatting about the Music and Dance Festival. It was going to be held just round the corner from them and Jade couldn’t wait.

“It’s so exciting!” said Lottie, one of her little sisters.

“Mummy’s said we can help on the cake stall, didn’t you, Mummy?” added Hannah, the other one.

Jade’s mum smiled as her dad turned to her little brothers. “You two rebels are helping me with the hoops game, you know!”

The twins bounced up and down in their seats, asking questions about their ‘special jobs,’ and how much money they’d be allowed to spend, while Jade drifted off into a daydream.

It was really wonderful that the festival was taking place so close. It made Jade feel extra specially connected to it. She’d already worked out a dance for her ballet class to do, and was sure that her teacher, Madame Za-Za, would help her teach it to everyone. She started to imagine performing the dance and how all the audience would clap loudly at the end. But a moment later she shot out of her daydream at the sound of her mum’s voice.

“Jade! You’re going to be late for your rehearsal!”

Jade leaped up from the table and rushed off to get her ballet bag. It was all packed and ready apart from her red ballet shoes, which she kept in her room. Running upstairs she felt another rush of excitement. She was about to go to the first practice for the festival. Going to Madame Za-Za’s twice in a day was a real treat, because Jade loved dancing more than anything in the world.

She tucked her precious red shoes in her bag and thought about how lucky she was to own them. They were so special – not just because so many brilliant ballerinas had worn them before her, but because the shoes were magic too! They had the power to take her to the Land of Enchantia where all the characters from the ballets lived. Jade had already been there, and each time she’d had the most incredible adventure.

“Right,” said Madame Za-Za, clapping her hands to hush the excitement as she looked round the class with shining eyes. “Now that I’ve explained about the Music and Dance Festival, it only remains for me to tell you about your role in the dancing!”

“I’ve got a good idea!” Chloe called out.

“Me too!” said Amber.

Jade couldn’t believe it when lots of other girls chimed in that they had ideas as well. This wasn’t what she had been expecting at all.

“Well, that is good,” said Madame Za-Za, bringing the silence back as she spoke, “because I think it best that you dance what you want to dance. It should be fun. So get into small groups and start work straight away. I’ll come round and help where needed.”

“But… but… excuse me, Madame Za-Za…” Jade quickly interrupted, feeling her heart beat faster. She really wanted everyone to dance her dance.

“I’ve been… reading about the ballet Petrouchka, and I’ve watched the DVD too, and it’s really great. It’s given me an idea for a character dance with lighthearted characters like clowns because Petrouchka is a puppet clown…”

Jade faded out. She could tell that the others didn’t think much of her idea, and even Madame Za-Za was looking a bit doubtful.

“I’ve never heard of Petrouchka!” Amy said.

“That’s no problem, I can teach you!” Jade answered quickly. “I thought a character dance would be really cool for an outdoor festival. We could dress up in brightly coloured costumes and even wear silly red noses,” she added. Then she stopped talking and looked round hopefully, but the rest of the class didn’t appear at all interested. A few of them were looking down or even pulling faces.

“I don’t want to do a clown dance,” one of the girls said quietly.

“I don’t think I’d be much good at it,” someone else said.

“Me neither,” came a general chorus.

“All right,” said Madame Za-Za. “Then we’ll stick to what I said originally and all work out our own dances in small groups. Now, off you go!”

A big wave of disappointment came over Jade. She’d been hoping that the class would all want to dance together. And she’d been sure that Madame Za-Za would let her teach everyone the clown dance, but now it looked as though she would be dancing it on her own. Sighing with frustration, she looked round. Already everyone was practising their dances, and Madame Za-Za was at the other side of the room helping one of the groups. No one noticed Jade slipping out of the studio.

The corridor felt quiet and cool, and Jade stood still, trying to calm down and think what to do. Maybe she ought to join one of the groups?

But her own dance was so special to her. She stood in the opening position, her supporting leg in a demi-plié, then stretched her left foot out behind her. She gasped.

Her shoe was glowing. Yes, and so was the other one! And now she was surrounded by swirling colours that were lifting her up and spinning her round. Her heart raced. Was she being whisked away to Enchantia?

As soon as Jade’s feet touched the ground, she felt excitement mounting inside her. It looked as though she’d stepped right into the middle of a wonderful carnival in Enchantia. What a coincidence when she’d only just been practising for her own local music and dance festival! This one was much bigger and grander, though.

Jade was standing in a wide avenue full of brightly coloured stalls. The soldiers from the Nutcracker ballet were marching down the street and there were people lining the avenue, clapping as they passed. Behind them came a group of clog dancers.

Laughter, music and cheering filled the air. And that wasn’t all. Where was that delicious toffee-apple smell coming from? Jade followed her nose to try and track it down, but couldn’t help stopping every so often to see what lovely trinkets, jewels and accessories the stalls held.

Everyone was smiley and happy, except one person just ahead who looked very downcast. He was wearing a checked shirt and a leather waistcoat, dark coloured trousers that came to just below the knee and a spotty scarf tied loosely around his neck.

I wonder what’s making him so sad, thought Jade. Her hand suddenly flew to her mouth as she’d realised who was standing beside the dejected-looking man. It was her old friend, the White Cat. In her excitement at the magnificent carnival, she’d completely forgotten that the White Cat usually came to greet her when she arrived in Enchantia.

“White Cat! Hello!” she called, threading her way through the crowd.

He looked up and smiled. “Jade! I was expecting you!” The White Cat hugged her then introduced her to his unhappy friend. “This is Leonardo, the toymaker.”

“Hello, Leonardo,” Jade smiled, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Hello,” Leonardo smiled gently, but he still looked so sad. Jade looked to the White Cat expectantly.

“Leonardo’s precious puppet Peter has been stolen and put under someone else’s spell,” the White Cat explained.

Jade gasped. “Do you mean… Peter, the clown from the ballet Petrouchka?” she asked.

Leonardo nodded forlornly and through Jade’s head flashed a series of pictures of the three puppets from the ballet – the soldier with his sword, the ballerina with her porcelain face and round blue eyes, and Petrouchka, the clown – Peter for short – with his baggy trousers and friendly smile.

“Peter has been helping me in my shop ever since I first made him,” explained Leonardo in a thin voice. “And I miss him terribly. He’s like a son to me because, although he looks like an ordinary puppet, he has a heart and can feel things.” Leonardo’s head dropped. “I can’t bear to lose him like this.”

“I’m so sorry,” said Jade softly. “Have you any idea where to look for him?”

The White Cat pointed to a little theatre nearby. “He’s right there! In the puppet show!”

Jade followed the White Cat’s gaze and her eyes flew wide open in surprise. “So why can’t you just go and get him?”

Leonardo sighed. “That’s exactly what we thought. Only now that Peter’s under someone’s spell, he simply doesn’t know me any more,” Leonardo finished dejectedly. “Look… you’ll see…”

He called out to Peter in a sing-song voice and waved cheerfully.

The puppet glanced over fleetingly, but his eyes were completely blank. Then he carried on entertaining the crowd, who chuckled and cheered at his antics. They seemed to like him more than any of the other puppets.

“But surely people recognise him,” said Jade, feeling bewildered.

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