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The stage crew at St. Genesius Prep-or Backstagers, as they like to call themselves-are ready for whatever the theater world can throw their way: the madness of tech week, inevitable prop malfunctions, and all the paranormal activity that goes on behind the scenes. Luckily Jory, Hunter, Sasha, Beckett, and Aziz are up for the job! But lately, someone-or something-seems set on ruining their production of Phantasm. It all started when an actor brought a Spirit Board to the cast party, and the ghost light blew out. Every good theater kid knows that a ghost light must be left on to keep ghosts from moving in the shadows of an empty theater. To figure out what's haunting the theater and save the show, the Backstagers will have to use their smarts, bravery, and a little bit of magic!

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	25 septembre 2018
Nombre de lectures	2
EAN13	9781683354147
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	4 Mo

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PUBLISHER S NOTE: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES, AND INCIDENTS ARE EITHER THE PRODUCT OF THE AUTHOR S IMAGINATION OR USED FICTITIOUSLY, AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, BUSINESS ESTABLISHMENTS, EVENTS, OR LOCALES IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.
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NAMES: MIENTUS, ANDY, AUTHOR. | SYGH, RIAN, ILLUSTRATOR.
TITLE: THE BACKSTAGERS AND THE GHOST LIGHT / BY ANDY MIENTUS; ILLUSTRATED BY RIAN SYGH.
DESCRIPTION: NEW YORK: AMULET BOOKS, 2018. | SERIES: THE BACKSTAGERS; 1 | SUMMARY: WHEN JORY TRANSFERS TO ST. GENESIUS PREP, HE JOINS THE STAGE CREW AND DISCOVERS THE MAGIC THAT HAPPENS BACKSTAGE BUT WHEN SOME CAST MEMBERS PLAY WITH A SPIRIT BOARD, THE GHOST LIGHT GOES OUT AND STRANGE THINGS BEGIN TO HAPPEN.
IDENTIFIERS: LCCN 2018014306 | ISBN 978-1-4197-3120-4 (HARDBACK) | eISBN 978-1-68335-414-7
SUBJECTS: | CYAC: THEATER-FICTION. | CLUBS-FICTION. | MAGIC-FICTION. | SUPERNATURAL-FICTION. | HIGH SCHOOLS-FICTION. | SCHOOLS-FICTION. |
BISAC: JUVENILE FICTION / PERFORMING ARTS / THEATER. / JUVENILE FICTION / ACTION ADVENTURE / GENERAL. / JUVENILE FICTION / SOCIAL ISSUES / FRIENDSHIP.
CLASSIFICATION: LCC PZ7.1.M519 BAC 2018 | DDC [FIC]-DC23
TEXT AND ILLUSTRATION COPYRIGHT 2018 BOOM! STUDIOS BOOK DESIGN BY CHAD W. BECKERMAN

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FOR MY DAD, BOB, MY MOM, JEANIE, MY BROTHER, JOE, AND MY HUSBAND, MICHAEL, WHO ARE BEHIND THE SCENES OF EVERYTHING I DO, AND FOR ALL THE GHOSTS OF THE THEATER
CHAPTER 1
There are a lot of myths surrounding the theater-countless tales of doomed productions miraculously coming together just in time for opening night, of pants split right in the middle of big solos, of romances blossoming backstage on a ten-minute break and lasting for life.
Of course, most of these stories have little resemblance to the events that actually took place-theater kids have a way of embellishing their stories as much as they embellish their lockers with Playbill s and show posters-but then, no one becomes a theater kid to look at life the way it actually is.
One theater myth that is particularly pesky is that the kids standing in the spotlight-the Onstagers-have all the fun and all the power, while the kids who control those very spotlights are just working in service of making the Onstagers shine. Which is so far from the truth!
Imagine if one of those Onstagers did something to tick off the wrong Backstager. That spotlight might just happen to malfunction during the Onstager s big solo and plunge that kid s shining moment into literal darkness.
Anyone who believes that particular myth has obviously never felt the power of illuminating someone else s biggest moment with the touch of a button, and they have definitely never felt the joy of getting to wear a radio headset during a closing night performance, barking out cues and commands like a starship captain about to enter hyperdrive.
Sasha, I HEARD that all the way in the light booth! Beckett brayed into his headset, trying to sound stern but also trying to keep Diet Coke from spraying from his nose through his laughter. That which he heard all the way from the light booth was a big booming belch that erupted from the wings, interrupting a very tender and intimate moment of Lease , the tragic rock opera that was playing its final performance at St. Genesius Preparatory High School.
How did you know it was me!? Sasha asked. Ironically, the bellowing burp came from the smallest Backstager of the bunch. Sasha s mop of blond hair appeared before he did, followed by his round, rosy face, tilting up with a big smile.
Come on, dude, we all saw you housing that burrito on dinner break, Beckett said. With his green spiky hair, plugs in his earlobes, and thick black glasses reflecting the constellation of light board controls below him, Beckett looked like a live wire and was fittingly high-strung in most situations. It didn t help that he was never without a steady drip of caffeine from the cans and cans of Diet Coke he drank daily. When you power the lighting AND sound of a major theatrical production, something has to power you . Tonight, though, with all of the electrics work on the production almost behind him, he was relaxed and enjoying himself.
Guys, focus, we re moving into the finale. All hands on deck! That was Hunter, official head builder of the St. Genesius Backstagers and unofficial leader of the group. He was a big bear hug of a guy whose tall brown hair added at least a half a foot more to his already impressive frame. He shot an eye roll across the stage to the opposite wing, where Jory, the newest Backstager (and Hunter s newest boyfriend), was stationed.
Jory was smiling like an idiot. There is a special kind of warm feeling you get from managing to sneak a private moment in a crowded theater, and it is extra special when that private moment is part of a blossoming romance. Averagely tall, averagely built, averagely smart, and averagely social, Jory couldn t believe that someone as remarkably, unbelievably, write-in-your-journal-about-it awesome as Hunter had noticed him so quickly in his first year at his new school. In his hometown, before his mom got her new job and they had to move, he always considered himself kind of invisible. Maybe that s why he was so suited to making magic behind the scenes as a Backstager. Here, surrounded by his new friends, excelling in a new role, and finding his groove in a new place so quickly, he didn t feel invisible at all. Tonight he felt incandescent.
Have they gotten to the part about how they re too artsy to pay their bills? Oh wait, that s been all night . . . Aziz wasn t much impressed with the message of Lease . In fact, Aziz had found most of the shows St. Genesius had produced in his time as a Backstager cheesier than the kind of birthday cards parents give to each other. All that emotion, all that enthusiasm, all that SINGING-it made him cringe a thousand cringes. Still, as much as he hated what was happening onstage, he loved being backstage exponentially more, so he put up with it. Plus, Sasha was his best friend from childhood, and it was his duty to look out for him. Two birds, one glittery, obnoxious, all-singing, all-dancing stone.
Hey, everybody shut UP, Beckett commanded. Her song is starting!
All the Backstagers went quiet on headset, because Bailey Brentwood, a student from the nearby Penitent Angels School for Girls and, without question, the Coolest Girl in the World, was beginning her big number. For every show, St. Genesius brought in one girl from Penitent to play the female lead, and for the last three years, Bailey was cast every time, because she was truly a star. Even Aziz had to marvel at how she could take the most clich d, classic show tune and make it fresh and personal. Moreover, unlike so many of the other actors who were loud, hyperactive, and generally terrifying to the Backstagers, Bailey could hang.
They also went quiet because they all knew how much Beckett loved watching Bailey sing. Beckett and Bailey had become close friends freshman year when he was a student at Penitent Angels. Beckett transferred to Genesius before this, his sophomore year, and now he only got to hang with Bailey during the runs of the shows. He missed her a lot. The guys also knew that Beckett had a big, fat, teen-movie crush on Bailey, but he didn t know that they knew and so they let him go on thinking that he was smooth about it.
Bailey had an inner glow about her, but she also had an outer glow with her impossibly sleek and shiny long dark hair and skin that was almost literally golden. As she began her plaintive solo, Today Is Our Only Day, you could hear a fly s heartbeat, the audience was so still. Sasha was feeling very relieved that he d let one rip when he did, because if any gas escaped him now, Beckett would surely place an eternal curse on him and his entire family. It was shocking, then, when Beckett broke her spell, speaking low and urgently over the radio.
Backstagers. We have a problem .
In an intense whisper, Beckett told them that Bailey s mic was reading low battery. He would go fix it himself when she came offstage next, but the upcoming lighting sequence was too tricky for autopilot. Someone else would have to go backstage to get her a new battery from the sound room.

I m doing Kevin McQueen s quick change, Aziz said. If I miss that, we all know he ll have me arrested for theatrical assassination.
Yeah, and I have to do the scene change back to the gigantic artist s loft, Jory said. For starving artists, their open-concept floor plan is really impressive.
I ll do it! Sasha exclaimed. I shall be the savior of mic packs, and children will speak of my noble deeds!
Um, Sasha, don t you have major props business to attend to? Aziz asked, an edge in his voice.
Nope! I m free for, like, four scenes!
Sasha, are you sure ?
Sure, I m sure!
Because I thought we talked about how busy you d be at this part . . .
Aziz, you KNOW this is my built-in pee break! We all remember what happened during Les Terribles when I didn t have-
Aziz cleared