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Informationen zum Autor Victoria Christopher Murray is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty novels, including Stand Your Ground, a Library Journal Best Book of the Year and NAACP Image Award Winner. Her novel, The Personal Librarian, which she cowrote with Marie Benedict was a Good Morning America Book Club pick. Visit her website at VictoriaChristopherMurray.com. Klappentext The fourth book in the series described as "Dreamgirls" meets "Gossip Girl" continues the adventures of four African-American high-school girls who form their own singing group. Leseprobe THE: DIVAS AALIYAH Chapter 1 I was about to have a straight-up heart attack! For real—not one of those fake ones that my girl Diamond was always having. The way my heart was pounding inside my chest, I was gonna pass out for sure. When I looked over at my girls, I could tell they felt the exact same way. My best friend for life, India, was standing so still, just grinning like she was in shock. And Veronique looked like she was going to faint from happiness, though I wasn’t sure if she was all excited about the Divine Divas or about Arjay Lennox, who had stayed right by her side ever since we ran off the stage. The only one who was standing like this was no big deal was Diamond—our leader, or at least that’s what she thought. Yeah, Diamond was just standing with her arms folded—like she knew all along that the Divine Divas were going to make it to the finals of the Glory 2 God Teen Talent Search. I mean, I had a lot of confidence, trust that. But no one in the world had more confidence than Diamond. It’s not that I didn’t think we could sing; every single one of my girls could carry at least half a tune. But when we started this whole thing back in September, I never would’ve believed that we would have made it all the way to the finals. All the way to Miami—South Beach, to be exact. We would be competing with four other groups. But I wasn’t hardly worried—I knew for sure that my girls and I were going to shut this whole thing down. At the end, we were gonna be the ones with the recording contract. Just thinking about that made my heart start crashing again. Could this really happen? Could the Divine Divas really get a $250,000 recording contract and move into the big time? Not that I was sure that this was the way I wanted it to go down. I mean, I was into winning, don’t sleep. But I wasn’t about to give up any part of my dreams. No way. No matter what happened with my girls and the Divine Divas, in two years, I was going to Harvard. Trust that. And, I was going to become a nuclear physicist. You could bank on that, too. If we won this thing, we’d just have to find a way to work it out. “Hey, what you doing over here all by yourself, Pretty Lady?” I had to lean my head all the way back to look up at Troy. He was that tall and one of the Three Ys Men, who were our backup dancers. The way he was grinning in my face, I could tell he was as happy as we were. I guess this whole winning thing was as exciting for the guys as it was for us, even though we were the ones who were out front. “I’m not doing anything.” I tried to shrug Troy off, but it was hard. I could tell by the way Troy had been looking at me ever since we got to New York that he kinda liked me, but I didn’t know for sure. It could’ve been that he just wanted to hang with me because his boys—Riley and Arjay—had already hooked up with India and Veronique. But it didn’t matter—I liked Troy; I just didn’t like him like that. Not that I wasn’t into guys; I mean, Troy was major fine. But I had a plan for my life. And right about now, boys—even cute ones—just didn’t fit in.
