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Moxy Maxwell Does Not Love Practicing the Piano (But She Does Love Being in Recitals) Read online




  In memory of my father

  —P.G.

  For Sam and Molly

  —V.F.

  Acknowledgments

  I am grateful to Markie Ruzzo for her insight, Donna Fitzpatrick for her support, and Anne Schwartz for her invincible instincts.

  —P.G.

  I would like to thank my remarkably talented cast of characters: Elinor, Charlie, Olive, Anne, and David. I would like to thank Lee for her steady hand behind the wheel, Tad for his extraordinary patience, Aidan for all matters explosive, the town of Cornwall for its spectacular stage, Emily for her perfect yellow buttercup dress, Willa for her fabulous pink gobs-of-glitter dress, and Peggy for the wonderful, witty world of Moxy.

  —V.F.

  chapter 1

  The Setup

  It was just after 10:00 a.m. on Saturday, April 7, and Moxy Maxwell was still in bed. Outside, the temperature was sixty-four degrees. Inside, a slight (5 mph) breeze was coming through her open windows. Her white curtains were ballooning up and down as the wind came and went. Four or five birds were making chirping sounds. They were not exactly the chirping sounds Moxy was always reading about in books, but they were bird sounds just the same, reminding Moxy that she had almost forgotten about the fact of birds.

  It was the perfect day not to wear a hat. The perfect day to put on her new red Windbreaker with the white piping and the three felt-lined pockets and go outside and see what was up. But Moxy didn’t have time.

  Moxy didn’t have time because Moxy had a list of Nine Things to Do Before Tonight.

  chapter 2

  In Which We Learn

  About Tonight

  Tonight Moxy Maxwell was going to make her Piano Debut at the Palace Theater. She and her sister, Pansy, who had just turned five (and still could not tie her shoes), were going to play a duet called “Heart and Soul.”

  chapter 3

  Moxy Plays

  the Palace

  The Palace Theater was only the biggest theater in town. It had 2,400 seats and was the place where all the Big Broadway Musicals played when they came on their national tours. Moxy’s Piano Debut was being held at the unfashionable hour of 5 p.m. instead of the more civilized 7 p.m. because a very famous Rock Star (who no one but her mother had heard of) was scheduled to play the Palace at 8 p.m.

  In fact, if Moxy’s friend Sam hadn’t happened to have a mother who owned the Palace Theater in the first place, Moxy’s Piano Debut wouldn’t have been there at all. It would have been in the basement of Temple Emanuel on Lee Road.

  chapter 4

  In Which We Learn

  Two Things That

  Disappointed Moxy

  About Tonight

  Two things disappointed Moxy about the recital tonight. The first was the fact that “Heart and Soul” was such a short song. She thought it should go on at least five minutes longer.

  The second thing was that her twin brother, Mark Maxwell, who was seven minutes younger, was going to play a solo called “The Flight of the Bumblebee.” Moxy thought that if Mark was going to play a solo then she, Moxy Maxwell, should be able to play a solo too.

  But as Moxy thought about it, it didn’t matter all that much because “The Flight of the Bumblebee” wasn’t nearly as catchy as “Heart and Soul.” In fact, it sounded like a bunch of bumblebees were swarming around your head. Sometimes Moxy would even find herself swatting in the direction of Mark when he was practicing it.

  chapter 5

  Moxy Maxwell’s

  List of Nine Things

  She Had to Do Before

  Her Recital Tonight

  Here is Moxy’s List of Nine Things to Do Before Tonight:

  1. Get out of bed.

  2. Make sure her mother was back from Africa in time to bake the 150 cupcakes for the after-recital party Moxy was throwing.

  3. Drink her Green Grass Power Shake so that she would have the upper-body strength to get through her recital.

  4. Try on the capes that Granny George was making for Moxy and Pansy to wear.

  5. Practice walking in the slippery silver tap shoes she was going to wear with the cape. (She didn’t want to slide all over the place when she made her Big Entrance.)

  6. Try on her crown to make sure it wouldn’t fall off when she made her Big Entrance.

  7. Put on her stage makeup.

  8. Warm up her voice in case someone asked her to sing.

  9. Have the Big Dress Rehearsal.

  chapter 6

  In Which Sam Calls

  If I have not mentioned it before, I should now: Moxy Maxwell was very quick on the draw when it came to picking up her cell phone. In fact, her cell phone hadn’t even finished the first note of Beethoven’s Fifth when she answered it.

  It was Sam.

  “Are you nervous?” he said.

  Even though Sam was a boy, and only six, he was Moxy’s best friend. That was because Sam would do anything Moxy asked—and also, of course, because he was very nice.

  “Nervous about what?” said Moxy. She was out of bed now and rummaging around in the bottom of her closet. She was looking for her silver tap shoes.

  “Your piano recital,” said Sam.

  Even Sam knew it was a silly question. Moxy Maxwell had only been nervous once in her entire life and that was last August 23rd and it had only lasted for a paragraph. (See Chapter 25 of Moxy Maxwell Does Not Love Stuart Little.) In fact, Moxy was the opposite of nervous—Moxy could hardly wait for, as she called it, her Piano Debut.

  “Can I come over and watch the Big Dress Rehearsal?” asked Sam.

  Moxy, who was now looking under her bed for her left silver tap shoe, said, “Hurry up! I need all the help I can get.”

  Then Moxy and Sam hung up at exactly the same moment.

  chapter 7

  The Hook

  The Hook is the part of a story that makes you, the Reader, want to keep reading to find out what happens next. Ideally, the Hook should come as early as Chapter 1—Chapter 2 at the latest. Any later, and the author risks “losing the reader.” Which means that you, the Reader, might put this book down for just one second to get some gum and never come back. So please hang on—even though it is already Chapter 7, Something Really Big is about to happen.

  chapter 8

  Something Really Big

  Downstairs, the Maxwells’ phone rang. And Mrs. Maxwell, who was in the kitchen baking 150 cupcakes, wiped marshmallow frosting on her apron.

  She picked up the phone on the third ring.

  “Mrs. Maxwell?” It was Ms. Killingher. Ms. Killingher was Moxy and Mark and Pansy’s piano teacher.

  “Why, Ms. Killingher,” said Mrs. Maxwell, “is anything wrong?” Moxy’s mother knew that this had to be a busy day for Ms. Killingher. Ms. Killingher was in charge of the whole recital, including all the announcements and the lights and the video camera and the programs and the tickets and the people who were supposed to take the tickets and the mother who was supposed to make the video.

  “I’m about to print the programs for the recital tonight,” said Ms. Killingher. “But before I do, I need to know how Moxy’s practicing has gone this week.”

  “Moxy’s practicing?” said Mrs. Maxwell absently. She was trying to remove some marshmallow frosting that had gotten mashed in her hair. “I’m sure it’s gone very well,” she went on, though she wasn’t sure.

  “So you feel confident Moxy will be able to stop playing her part of ‘Heart and Soul’ when she gets to the end?”

  “
Stop playing her part of ‘Heart and Soul’?” said Mrs. Maxwell.

  “And about the pounding,” continued Ms. Killingher. “Has Moxy managed to stop that too?”

  “Pounding?” said Mrs. Maxwell.

  We have to forgive Mrs. Maxwell. She was feeling very tired this morning. You see, she’d just arrived home in the middle of the night from Africa.

  chapter 9

  In Which We Learn

  Why Mrs. Maxwell

  Was in Africa

  Mrs. Maxwell had flown to Kenya, which is a country in Africa, last week at the last minute because her twin sister, Susan Standish, had fallen off a tippy ladder while she was feeding a giraffe. She had suffered a concussion. (The exact details of how it happened were still unclear, as was Aunt Susan Standish herself.)

  Moxy had wanted to go with her mother. She wanted to talk to the president over there about getting a new flag. Number 39 on Moxy’s list of all Possible Career Paths was to design flags for new countries and old countries that wanted to freshen up their look.

  chapter 10

  Which Begins with

  Ms. Killingher Saying,

  “Are You There,

  Mrs. Maxwell?”

  “Are you there, Mrs. Maxwell?” said Ms. Killingher. Ms. Killingher thought Moxy’s mother was behaving the slightest bit like Moxy today: She didn’t seem to be listening.

  There was a pause while Mrs. Maxwell realized how restful her trip to Kenya had been. Even though she had spent most of it sitting in an orange plastic chair at Nairobi General Hospital, reading a 1972 issue of National Geographic, while waiting for her sister to get unconfused enough to fly back home to Ohio.

  “Mrs. Maxwell, did you get the note I sent home with Moxy last week?” continued Ms. Killingher.

  “Note?” said Mrs. Maxwell. “I’m sure we did.”

  Mrs. Maxwell started to drag the phone across the kitchen floor to her husband’s office, which was just ten feet away. But the cord attached to the wall got tangled in some marshmallow-frosted cupcakes just as she reached the hall outside his door.

  “I’m sure we got the note,” Mrs. Maxwell said in a loud voice. Now she was staring at her husband, whose name was Ajax. (In addition to being Mrs. Maxwell’s husband, Ajax was also Mark and Moxy’s stepfather and Pansy’s real father.)

  But Ajax, who was also a famous children’s poet, was too busy to think about the note. He was desperately trying to finish a poem he was writing about an extinct species called the elephant bird. The poem had been due yesterday.

  The first verse was perfect. Here it is:

  Eggs the size of dinosaur’s

  Legs as big as a beam

  The Elephant Bird, the Elephant Bird

  Was the ten-foot bird supreme.

  Unfortunately, while Mrs. Maxwell had been in Africa, “The Elephant Bird” had slowed down considerably. That was because Ajax had been left in charge of everything. Everything might not seem like a lot …. But everything had stopped Ajax from finishing the second verse. All he needed was one more word.

  Here is the second verse (minus the last word) so you can get an idea of what he was up against:

  Claws as sharp as razor blades

  Beak like a broad-head spear

  The Elephant Bird, the Elephant

  Bird Had nobody else to ? .

  Suggestions are welcome.

  In fact, Ajax was so busy muttering to himself, “Beak like a broad-head spear—the Elephant Bird—the Elephant Bird—had nobody else to … to what? To beer? To rear? To be near?” that Mrs. Maxwell finally put the phone receiver down on the hall floor. Then she walked to the bottom of the stairs and called out, “Moxy?”

  chapter 11

  Encore

  When Moxy didn’t answer, Mrs. Maxwell called out again, “Moxy Anne?”

  chapter 12

  Once More!

  When Moxy still didn’t answer, Mrs. Maxwell called out one last time, “Moxy Anne Maxwell!”

  chapter 13

  In Which We Learn

  Why Moxy Anne

  Maxwell Did Not

  Reply

  Moxy Anne Maxwell heard her mother calling. But she didn’t answer. She didn’t answer because she was in the guest room watching Aunt Susan Standish sleep. And Moxy didn’t want to wake her. All the shades were drawn. It was quite dark. But you could still see Aunt Susan Standish’s sleeping mask.

  Aunt Susan Standish always slept in a sleeping mask. This one was made of white satin. It had quite a shine, as you can barely see from this photograph Mark took of it. Mark is the most famous photographer in the neighborhood.

  (Mark did not use a flash because he did not want to wake her.) Mark called this photograph “Sleeping Beauty.”

  “Sleeping Beauty,” by Mark Maxwell.

  Aunt Susan Standish was the most enchanting person Moxy had ever met. Sometimes Moxy couldn’t believe that she was Moxy’s 100% Aunt and not just a Step-Aunt or a Half Aunt or a Family Friend Aunt. It meant that she and Aunt Susan Standish had some of the same genes. And Aunt Susan Standish’s genes made Aunt Susan Standish do some very brave things.

  One time Aunt Susan Standish was alone in a cage with an only somewhat tamed tiger. Another time she paddled down the Amazon in a tippy canoe, though she hadn’t meant to. And sometimes she ate a flower instead of a salad for supper.

  People always said that Moxy must have inherited her fearlessness from Aunt Susan Standish.

  chapter 14

  In Which There Is

  a Diagnosis

  “Is this how a coma looks?” whispered Pansy. Pansy was leaning over Aunt Susan Standish’s face.

  “No,” whispered Moxy, “this is how unconscious looks.”

  “It is not, Moxy,” said Mark. “She’s just asleep.”

  “Is she awake?” Granny George shouted from the door.

  “Not yet,” said Aunt Susan Standish without so much as removing her mask or moving any body parts. “She’ll be awake in twenty minutes.”

  Then it was silent . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .for that long. Then Pansy said, “Aunt Susan Standish can talk in a coma.” Then everyone got so busy telling everyone else to be quiet that no one noticed Mrs. Maxwell standing in the doorway.

  chapter 15

  Mrs. Maxwell

  Standing in

  the Doorway

  Moxy hadn’t seen her mother since she got back from Africa. And all week Moxy had worried that her mother might accidentally run into a lion. Or that a herd of buffalo might accidentally run into her. Moxy’s mother wasn’t fearless like Moxy and Aunt Susan Standish.

  Moxy could hardly wait to show her mother the Surprise Outfits she and Granny George had been working on all week to wear to the recital tonight. But when Moxy saw her mother standing in the doorway wearing a sweatshirt with a big orange sun that said SMILE, YOU’RE IN MIAMI on it, she was a little startled by how tired her mother looked.

  Here is a photograph Mark Maxwell took of Mrs. Maxwell’s sweatshirt. It said SMILE, YOU’RE IN MIAMI.

  “Mom, are you okay?” whispered Moxy. Actually, her whisper was so loud, it was a borderline “regular voice.”

  But Mrs. Maxwell was not okay. She was worried about her sister. She wanted to make sure no one woke her. So she did something only an experienced mother can do. She got everyone out of the room without saying a word. This is how she did it: She mouthed the word “OUT” while slicing her arms back and forth the way an umpire might.

  It was very effective. Except for Mrs. Maxwell and Aunt Susan Standish, the room was evacuated in fewer than eighteen seconds.

  As soon as Moxy and Pansy and Mark were gone, Mrs. Maxwell forgot all about finding out whether Moxy could stop playing her part of “Heart and Soul” tonight. She also forgot about the note from Ms. Killingher. She also forgot about Ms. Killingher waiting on the phone.

  Mrs. Maxwell went over to the bed to check on her sleeping sister.

  chapter 16
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  Need to Know

  About the Green

  Grass Power Shake

  Meanwhile, Moxy wandered downstairs. It was her plan to make a quite large glass of the Green Grass Power Shake. You may recall that drinking the Green Grass Power Shake was number three on Moxy’s List of Nine Things to Do Before Tonight. The Green Grass Power Shake would give her the upper-body strength she needed to play “Heart and Soul.”

  The Green Grass Power Shake was very powerful: It had 1,433 combined vitamins and minerals—approximately 1,405 more than the average power shake. There was very little it couldn’t do.

  chapter 17

  In Which Moxy

  Is Helpful

  The first thing Moxy noticed when she got downstairs was the phone cord. It was stretched like a clothesline across the kitchen floor and into the hall. Then she noticed that the phone was off the hook. So she hung it up.

  The next thing Moxy did was step over the phone and into a big glob of marshmallow frosting. At first she thought it was gum. But as she walked on, she realized it had a generally sticky texture and not a specifically sticky texture, like normal gum.

  It wasn’t until she saw the 150 cupcakes cooling on all the counters that she realized she was walking on marshmallow frosting.

  Here is a photograph that Mark, who was already in the kitchen, took of the 150 cupcakes squished together on the counter-top. He called it “150 Cupcakes Made by 1 Mother in 183 Minutes.”