The Daughters Take the Stage (Daughters Series #3)

The Daughters Take the Stage (Daughters Series #3)

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by Joanna Philbin
     
 

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The daughter of chart-topping pop star Holla Jones, stylish and sensitive Hudson Jones is on the brink of her own musical debut. Hudson has inherited her mother's talent, but she hasn't yet embraced Holla's love of the megawatt spotlight. Can Hudson find a way to perform that reflects her own low-key style? Or will Holla see to it that her only daughter becomes a pop

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The daughter of chart-topping pop star Holla Jones, stylish and sensitive Hudson Jones is on the brink of her own musical debut. Hudson has inherited her mother's talent, but she hasn't yet embraced Holla's love of the megawatt spotlight. Can Hudson find a way to perform that reflects her own low-key style? Or will Holla see to it that her only daughter becomes a pop music sensation?

Go behind the music in this third novel in Joanna Philbin's stylish and heartfelt Daughters series.

Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Gina Bowling
Being the daughter of international pop superstar, Holla Jones, is not easy. Just ask her daughter, Hudson. Hudson is passionate about music, but she does not want to be her mother. After running off the stage at her first solo appearance, Hudson begins looking for her own voice, not only in her music but in her life. With the help of her best friends and an unlikely "life coach," Hudson starts to find that she can be her own person, sing her own song, and still survive life with her ultra-famous mom. This is the third installment in Philbin's Daughters series, but readers need not have read the first two to enjoy this one. Philbin's writing tackles themes of friendships, mean girls, and struggling to find one's place, while managing to avoid being preachy. There are hints of romance and mentions of boyfriends, but the focus of the story is the girls—being together, supporting each other, and trying to be true to themselves. Girls in high school will enjoy the fashion-forward sense and the daughters' desire for independence, but middle school readers will enjoy the storyline, too, and because Philbin avoids the drugs, drinking, and sexual issues abundant in much chick lit, there is no fear in giving it to them. Even though it is set during the New York winter, this light and breezy read has come out just in time for summer, making it a perfect beach read. Reviewer: Gina Bowling

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780316125802
Publisher:
Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Publication date:
05/10/2011
Series:
Daughters Series , #3
Sold by:
Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
288
Sales rank:
530,605
File size:
1 MB
Age Range:
12 - 18 Years

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The Daughters Take the Stage


By Philbin, Joanna

Poppy

Copyright © 2011 Philbin, Joanna
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780316049092

chapter 1

“You can’t just sing the song, Hudson. It’s not enough to sing the song. You have to own it,” said Holla Jones as she paced back and forth in front of her daughter, Hudson, on the stage of the Grand Ballroom in the Pierre Hotel. “Own the stage, own the song, and you’ll own the crowd. And that, my dear,” she said, pivoting to face Hudson, who stood half-hidden behind a curtain, “is how you become a star.”

Hudson bit her full bottom lip. She would be playing her first show ever in just a few hours, and already her mom was using the S word. Then again, her mom used that word a lot. Actually, Holla Jones was much more than a pop star—she was a treasured piece of American pop culture. For the past twenty years, her songs had become instant hits all over the world. Her concerts sold out in minutes. Her albums went platinum. Her bubblegumpop-with-an-edge sound was copied by artists everywhere. And Hudson knew that she’d been waiting almost fourteen years to teach her only daughter everything she knew.

“So, you walk up to the mic like this,” Holla said, taking short, quick steps on her stiletto-heeled booties toward an imaginary microphone at the edge of the stage. “The last thing you want to do is trip in front of an audience before you’ve even sung a note.” She pretended to grab a microphone. “You slip it out of the stand, and then you hold it just a few inches from your lips, and then you back up just a little bit,” she said, taking some steps backwards. “Then you say something to the crowd,” she went on. “Be witty, but brief. And then, honey, you start to sing,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Hudson and smiling.

At thirty-seven her mom was still beautiful, with flawless dark brown skin, lush lips, and straightened toffee-colored hair that fell past her shoulders. Her tight yoga jacket and pants showed off a body that was sculpted to the extreme: carved biceps, a rock-hard stomach, and slender, muscular legs. Her high, regal forehead didn’t have one wrinkle, and she moved with a dancer’s grace—shoulders thrown back, spine ramrod-straight. Hudson had inherited that grace, along with her mom’s sweeping cheekbones and razor-sharp jawline. But her sea green eyes and wavy hair and French toast–colored complexion came from her dad—or at least she figured as much, based on the photos she’d seen of him. Michael Kelly had been Holla’s backup dancer on her second concert tour. He was white and preppy-looking, with thick dark hair, a chiseled face, and soulful eyes, like Billy Crudup crossed with Mikhail Baryshnikov. In pictures he stood next to Holla, his head on her shoulder, smiling goofily into the camera. But they’d had a tumultuous relationship, and when the tour ended he broke up with her, just before she learned she was pregnant. He hadn’t been heard from or seen since, and Holla, out of pride, had never tried to contact him. Sometimes Hudson wondered if he even knew he had a daughter. Holla didn’t mention him too often, and most of the time it was almost as if he’d never existed at all.

“Mom, it’s just the Silver Snowflake Ball,” Hudson said. “It’s not Radio City or anything.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Holla said. “Every show is important. Your producer and your record-label executive are coming. They’re going to want to see how you’ll do this when it’s time to go on tour. So come on out here. You can’t hide behind those curtains all day.”

Hudson stepped out of the wings, still wearing the ripped jeans and black sweater she’d worn to her last final exam. As of today, school was officially over for winter break, and all she really wanted to do right now was go home and take a nap. Besides, she and her mom had already spent hours talking about this, planning this, and rehearsing this. In a million years, she never would have guessed that she’d end up singing at Ava Elting’s epic party. She hadn’t even been sure that she would go. But then Carina Jurgensen, one of Hudson’s best friends and the party planner for the event, had volunteered her as the night’s entertainment, and she’d had no choice but to go along with it. Needless to say, Ava had been hoping for the Jonas Brothers or Justin Timberlake or some other big star she thought Carina could get, thanks to her billionaire dad and his A-list connections. But Ava had settled for Hudson. And now she needed to be prepared.

And her mom was right. In just six months her first album would drop, and then she would be playing shows all the time, at even scarier places. She needed to learn how to do this now. And even though she had a feeling that she hadn’t quite inherited her mom’s performance gene, at least she was getting a one-on-one tutorial that most other beginners would kill for.

“Okay, let’s start the track,” Holla said. “Jason?” she called out to the wings. “Can we have the music, please?”

Weeks ago, when Hudson was trying to decide on a song for the Ball, “Heartbeat” had seemed like the perfect choice. She’d written it about Kevin Hargreaves, who was four years older, a senior at Lawrenceville boarding school, and basically a complete stranger. But he was a Capricorn, which blended beautifully with Hudson’s Pisces sign, and he had deep, bottomless gray eyes that had made her heart pound and her hands sweat every time she’d seen him. Which had been exactly twice—first on the beach in Montauk, and the second time by accident in the Magnolia Bakery near her house. Carina knew him and had practically pushed Hudson into Kevin’s face both times. He’d barely made eye contact with her, and had pretty much said only “hey!” while Hudson stared at him, speechless. When she’d heard he was going out with Samantha Crain, a tenth grader at Lawrenceville, she was crushed. She’d gone straight to her piano, and two hours later she’d finished this song—a slow jazz- and soul-inflected number that she sang leaning over her piano, in her deep, smoky voice.

But the song had since gone through a transformation. A few months ago, Holla decided that Hudson’s entire sound needed to change, that for the sake of her first album’s sales she would need to go bigger, brighter, and more radio-friendly. It wasn’t enough to have a small cult following—she needed to fill stadiums. So Hudson let her mom change studios. She let her take apart every track, layering it with digital beats and effects and backup voices. Until little by little, Hudson’s music sounded exactly like hers.

Now, as the song came over the ballroom’s speakers, Hudson fought the urge to cover her ears. It was bad enough that it sounded fake and manufactured. Now Hudson had to sing to it. She’d never tried to sing without sitting at her piano. She had no idea what she was supposed to do with her hands and arms and feet. Of course, Holla knew what to do.

“So, let’s practice those dance moves, honey,” Holla said, sidling up next to her. “First is the turn, like this,” Holla said, executing a perfect, weightless spin on the toes of her boots. “You try it.”

“Mom, I told you, I really don’t want to dance,” Hudson said.

“You’ve got to do something,” Holla insisted. “Come on. Try it. You’re such a good dancer.”

Hudson threw herself to the left and barely did half a turn.

“You’re not trying, Hudson,” Holla said. “Come on. I know you can do better than this.”

Hudson gazed out at the brightly lit ballroom, filled with tables and chairs yet to be moved out. At least nobody was watching them yet. How much more fun would tonight be if I could just go to this party like everyone else? she thought. Just hang out with Carina and Lizzie and check out people’s dresses and scope the room for cute guys?

“Mom, I really can’t do this,” Hudson said after trying to imitate her mom’s shimmy. “Do I need to dance? Why can’t I just sing?”

“Oh, honey, don’t be so negative,” said Holla. “Don’t you know what I always say about negativity?”

“ ‘Negative thoughts draw negative things,’ ” Hudson recited.

“That’s right,” Holla said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “And you, my dear, are being extremely negative about this. Let’s play that again!” she called over her shoulder to Jason in the wings.

Hudson waited for the music to begin. This isn’t right, a voice said inside her. Get out of this now. People will understand. Even Ava will have to understand.

“Come on, Hudson, here we go,” Holla said. “Let’s do the turn, and then a shimmy to the right… that’s it.”

It was just one night, Hudson told herself. She’d get through this, somehow. After all, she was the child of two dancers. She had to have gotten some of their talent.

But inside, she wasn’t so sure. Her mom was the star in the family. And something told her that it was always going to stay that way.



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Meet the Author

Joanna Philbin was born in Los Angeles and raised in New York City. She holds a B.A. from Brown University and a J.D. and M.F.A. from the University of Notre Dame. She is the author of The Daughters series, and lives and writes in Los Angeles. Visit her at joannaphilbin.com.

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Florida10 More than 1 year ago
these are the best books in the world! at first i got the first books at barnes and noble because i had a gift card then after i read it i got the next one and now im reading this one. but i just got it cuz it looked interesting and i was right. this book is good for young adults probably the ages would be from 11-15. TOTALLY RECCOMENDED!!!!
Amester6 More than 1 year ago
I can't wait for this book to come out!!! I loved the other two and I think this one will be just as good
TEST NOOKUSER More than 1 year ago
It is not like the fairytales out there..... it can be real. I love this book so much ! I already read the last 2.
Gra-leu Murphy More than 1 year ago
Well first off the first and second books are fantastic, however people must realize that an e book takes longer to publish as this is fairly new technology. However when this book does come out, make sure to read it. I know I am!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read the first and second book and now I am onto the third book. I love these books. If you like romance, shopping, funny, and drama then this is the book for you. I TOTALLY RECOMMEND this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Full of drama! Loved it!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
i absolutly love the daughters series. these bookos are amazing!! i read the first one and fell in love with the story!
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TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Gold Star Award Winner! Hudson Jones loves music - soulful music that makes you think. She's not interested in the bubble-gum pop music her mother's famous for singing. She now has the opportunity to become a major musical star. She's recorded her tracks. But when her mom heard them, she changed them. Now, they don't represent Hudson's style, and the songs are so similar to her mom's that Hudson knows they aren't for her. The first chance she has to perform in front on an audience, she runs off the stage. Her mother covers her absence with a fake food poisoning story. Hudson knows that she has to take control of her musical career and sing the way she wants to sing. But how can she stand up to her mom? THE DAUGHTERS TAKE THE STAGE, the third book in the series, takes Hudson's perspective in the tale of three daughters trying to make their own way in life outside of their famous parents' shadows. Hudson learns to take control over her life, even if it means making huge mistakes along the way. Luckily, she has the support of her two best girlfriends. Their friendship is still rock solid. The drama, friendship, romance, and themes of finding yourself continue in this great, addicting series.
Donna Dyer More than 1 year ago
I love this seeries and canot wait for the next book!! ;)
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
OMG!!!!!!!!! Totes beter than the second.
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Loved it
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This is my favorite series!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
These are the best books i have ever read, and i don't ever read much so its saying a lot.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read the first book abd its really good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was sooooo cool i want to read it again and again
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I love this book
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This book is good for someone looking for a good book to read by the beach or pool or while on the internet(mlia perhaps:)) it is easy to pick up this book, read a chapter, and then set it down to read again during the american ninja warrior commercial breaks:) i finished it within a few days and it was reallt good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I didnt really like this book out of the other three. It was streched out amd kinda boring in a way. Hudson was just being stupid and she kept on wanting fame then she didnt back ad forth. Not the best book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Perfect book for teens
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