A short time later, Roland and Miranda came back to the throne room to check on James and his group. They listened in amazement as the folder in Penny's hands read the story to her.

"That's very clever," Miranda observed, "But I think Dorrie cast the spell on all the folders."

"That must be why James, Miss Elodie, and Sofia are going to different corners, so the stories don't run together," Roland agreed, seeing James, Miss Elodie, and Sofia each take a folder and go to different corners.

Miranda smiled as she tried to listen to the stories. However, she heard a different voice next to her. She looked up as she heard Roland singing something to himself. "What song is that, Rollie?"

"It's just a song I sang to Amber when she was younger," Roland smiled. "When we were done with her bedtime stories, she'd say, 'Sing my song, Daddy!', so I sang her to sleep with it." He didn't know that Sir Finnegan and Amber were listening at the door as he began softly singing. He also thought back to one of the times he sang to her.

Flashback

Eight-year-old Amber was in bed for the night, and she was smiling as Roland told her about how he and Melinda helped James feel better after having his story ripped up then restored. She had given James the picture of the monkey she'd made for him as well, and he loved it.

"That's why I didn't join you; I was putting the finishing touches on his picture," Amber said when Roland asked why she hadn't joined him and Melinda in cheering James up.

"I understand," Roland nodded, "You can join the game whenever you're ready. This sort of activity is more fun as a family!" he chuckled as he covered her face with kisses, smiling as Amber giggled under him. "But are you ready to go to sleep now?"

"Almost," Amber settled on her pillow, "Sing my song, Daddy?"

Roland grinned. "I knew I was forgetting something!" He kissed her forehead as he sang her favorite lullaby.

Some life I've been livin'
Like a song in the night
Good sounds every moment
Good news and bright lights
Anytime I get lonesome
I just got to do the things right
Make way for the lady
You can do it my son
Makin' hay with no gravy
Brings the good folk down
Anytime you get lonely
You just got to turn it around

This life I've been given
It don't tell you no lies
Could've been somewhat wasted
How could it be otherwise
When the sound of the laughter
Brought the tears in to my eyes

Make way for the lady
You can do it my son
Makin' hay with no gravy
Gets the day's work done
When a blue mood gets rollin'
You just got to turn it around
Turn it around

Shake hands with the father
The son and the holy ghost
The impossible believers
And the heavenly host
If you must do it better
You just got to do it the most

Make way for the lady
You can do it my son
Makin' hay with no gravy
Brings all the good folks down
When a blue moon starts risin'
You just got to turn it around
Turn it around
Turn it around

Make way for the lady
And turn it around

Roland smiled as Amber fell asleep. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Night, Daddy…" Amber murmured.

End flashback

"I might have to sing that to her and see if it jogs her memory," Roland concluded his story.

"It's worth a shot," Miranda agreed.

Sir Finnegan looked down at Amber when the story was finished. "Do you remember that song, Princess Amber…I mean Julie?"

Amber shrugged. "Well, Duke Herbert is always singing some song as he works on his reports," she thought for a moment. "It sounds familiar, but I can't place where he heard it."

Thinking quickly, Sir Finnegan said, "Oh, that's right…Duke Herbert and I were in a restaurant once, and somebody was singing it there. I remember that restaurant - best grilled cheese sandwich I ever had!"

At the same time, Dorrie, Lucinda, and Candice were in Lucinda and Sofia's workshop going through several books. These books didn't talk, so they had to make do with reading to themselves.

After a while, Candice looked up. "I think I've got something!" She held up a book that was eleven and a half inches long, twelve and a half inches wide, and three inches thick. It was bound in lemon-yellow canvas. It looked old, but it was still in decent shape. The only thing on the cover was the book's title, Cursed Objects and Hexes for Fun and Profit. Among the black and white illustrations was a picture of the tiara that Amber had worn.

"I almost forgot about that book," Lucinda said as she took it. "My birth mother and I used to look up all kinds of hexes in it and we'd play tricks on people. Of course, this was before I met Sofia and she set me straight. I also remember some of the hexes from the Juneberry Island incident were from this book."

"Is there a cure for the tiara's spell on Amber?" Dorrie asked.

"I'll see if there's something," Lucinda replied, "I haven't read this book in a long time, and I've forgotten a lot of what was in here."

As Dorrie, Candice, and Lucinda were poring over the book they found, Sofia noticed that James was lost in thought over a small blue folder he was holding in his hands. Seeing his faraway look, she came up to him. "James?" she asked. When James jumped, she put a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't mean to scare you. Did you find anything?"

James looked up, and Sofia was surprised to see tears in his eyes. "My first gold star story…" he murmured.

Getting a feeling that James wasn't getting teary eyed because of nostalgia, and seeing Roland and Miranda in the room, Sofia motioned for them to come over as she asked, "James, what's the matter?"

"This is the story Sir Henley saw me writing that day," James explained. "He convinced the fairies to let me in the creative writing class, even though it was for students ten and up, and I was only eight..."

Flashback

It was James' first day with the creative writing class. Sir Henley had seen one of his stories, and convinced the fairies to let him in, even though it was for students ten and up. The fairies knew he was good at spelling and writing, but now they had a new reason to be impressed. The class had been given an assignment to write a mystery about something that had happened in their lives recently, but put a fictional spin on it. James knew that Amber's favorite doll had been lost, or so she thought; it was found to be in a different area of her closet. James wrote about that, but he included his characters Andrew Harmon and Julie Melody to help solve the case.

When the fairies read it, they were amazed, but still a little skeptical. "Are you sure this is your own work?" Miss Flora asked.

"Every bit of it!" James insisted.

"We just want to make sure, Prince James," Miss Merriweather assured him, "But this is one of the most excellent stories we've ever read! And for that, you get a gold star!"

James grinned as the fairies put a gold star on his story. "Brilliant! Thank you!"

"You're very welcome, dear," Miss Fauna smiled. "We hope to see more stories from you!"

Unfortunately, James ran into trouble as he was leaving. An older princess, Deidre, who was also in the class, came up to him. "You think you can just waltz in here and write a supposedly fantastic story on your first day?" she said as she grabbed the paper.

"Give it back!" James shouted as she held it above her head.

"I can write better stories than this!" Deidre shouted, and to James' horror, she started ripping the story up.

"Stop it!" James tried to grab it, but Deidre turned her back and continued ripping it up. He watched tearfully as she threw the gold star away and scattered the pieces.

Hearing the sounds of shouts and crying, the fairies came up to see James holding the pieces of his ripped story, and Deidre glaring at him. "You tell the fairies you want out of the class!"

"He'll do no such thing!" Miss Flora said sternly, planting herself between James and Deidre. "Princess Deidre, you have just earned a week of suspension! And you're in detention for a month when you come back!"

Meanwhile, Miss Fauna and Miss Merriweather were holding James and comforting him. "Oh, there, there, dear, it's all right," Miss Fauna murmured. "We can fix it."

"Really?" James looked up.

"Absolutely," Miss Merriweather smiled as she, Miss Fauna, and Miss Flora raised their wands. The papers glowed, then became a whole story again. Miss Merriweather looked over at the trash and said, "Oops! You too!" And the piece with the gold star connected itself to the paper.

"There you are, dear! Good as new!" Miss Fauna smiled.

"Thank you, but I don't want to cause any more trouble…" James started, "Maybe I should quit the class…"

"You'll do no such thing!" Miss Flora repeated what she said to Deidre, only not as forcefully. "This was only a little setback. You shouldn't stop doing things you enjoy just because of one unpleasant experience. However, I do have an idea."

"What?" James asked.

"Maybe we can wait until everyone's gone before we hand your paper back," Miss Flora suggested. "Sometimes students forget to put their names on their papers, and we have the anonymous ones at the front. Before they leave, they have to come up and see whose stories are whose. I suppose we could do something like that for you."

"Okay," James nodded.

The fairies did continue doing that, even after the incident had been forgotten. But James kept the story in the back of his story box as a reminder of what had happened.

End flashback

Miranda pulled James into a hug as he finished his story. "The fairies were right to accept you into the class. I've read your stories myself, and they're all wonderful, even if my favorite one is the one you used me in!" She smiled as Jagger joined them and licked his hands. "See? Even Jagger agrees that you're a talented writer!"

"Oh, sure. I use him in one story so far and he thinks he's all that and a bag of chips!" James smirked as he ruffled Jagger's head.

Jagger yipped happily, but James heard him say, "She's right, James, you're a great writer! But I found something you should take a look at!"

Putting the folder down, James followed Jagger to what he hoped would be a clue to get Amber's memory back.

Author's Notes

Thanks to Niagara14301 for helping with some of the details on this chapter.

Princess Deidre is a character of Niagara14301 and is used with permission.

Gordon Lightfoot's Make Way for the Lady is not mine.

Roland's flashback was like a deleted end scene from chapter 32 of Do You Want to Sing Together 3.

Lucinda's memory of Juneberry Island was taken from Mom's the Word.

James' flashback of Princess Deidre ripping his story up is referenced in chapter 1 of my story The Enchancian Canine Caper, and is mentioned in chapter 25 of Niagara14301's story Dorrie.