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Famous Mistakes

Book #17 of Nancy Drew Diaries

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About The Book

Nancy and her friends are out to find a comedian’s saboteur in this seventeenth book of the Nancy Drew Diaries, a fresh approach to the classic mystery series.

Nancy’s boyfriend, Ned, has recently started his own podcast called NedTalks and he just got his big break. Up and coming comedian Brady Owens has agreed to sit down for an interview. And this isn’t just any interview; it’s the first interview Brady has given since a video of him lashing out at an audience member went viral. Now people are protesting his shows and calling him violent.

Nancy agrees to help out with the technical stuff so Ned can focus on the hard-hitting questions. But when they go to meet the interviewee they find Brady’s hotel room trashed—and no comedian in sight. Luckily, they find Brady unhurt and nothing of monetary value is missing from the room. Only his notebook of new material is gone. Brady says he knows it’s the people who’ve seen the video of him yelling. They think he’s dangerous and doesn’t deserve a platform. He wishes it would all blow over.

Nancy disagrees with Brady. She thinks he should apologize to the crowd and admit that he crossed a line. But she recognizes a person in need of help when she sees one and agrees to get to the bottom of this sabotage anyway.

Complex social media charts, undercover outfits, and intense button study send Nancy, Bess, George, and Ned on a wild ride through River Heights to uncover the truth. But nothing is what it seems in this game of comedic timing. Can Nancy find the culprit before it’s too late?


Famous Mistakes CHAPTER ONE

Great Expectations
“HERE, LET ME TAKE ONE of those for you,” I said to my boyfriend, Ned, as I watched him struggle to carry two boxes of recording gear.

“That would be great.” Ned said. “Thanks, Nancy.”

“No problem,” I said. “After all, we can’t have you getting sweaty before your big interview.” Ned was interviewing Brady Owens, a famous stand-up comedian, for his podcast, NED Talks. He’d been so anxious about getting to the hotel on time that we ended up half an hour early, so we’d been walking laps around the block to help him work off some of his nervous energy. Ned and I have been a couple for a few years and we’ve known each other since we were little kids, but I had never seen him like this. I mean, he’d barely touched his breakfast—usually he’s a bottomless pit and can eat endless amounts of food—but I’d caught his hands shaking as he tried to drink his juice.

“Thanks,” Ned said as he handed me one of the boxes. “It was really nice of George to lend me all this stuff. It’s really going to make NED Talks sound a lot more professional.”

George is one of my best friends. She has the latest gadgets, and we sometimes joke that she’s part robot because she seems to have an innate sense of how machines work. We may tease her now and then, but I was always really grateful for her tech savvy. A lot of cases would have gone unsolved without her help.

“I just wish she’d been able to switch her shift at the Coffee Cabin so she could come with you. I don’t think I’m going to be much help,” I said, looking down at the box I was carrying.

“Don’t worry. George was very thorough in explaining how to set everything up. And who could be more of a help than a world-famous detective?” Ned said with a grin.

I laughed. “I’m not world-famous!”

I am an amateur sleuth, and I’ve helped people with stuff like stolen items or blackmail attempts. People find a teenage girl detective memorable, so I am known around River Heights area but I’m hardly world-famous.

“Oh, really?” Ned asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because just yesterday, when I was at Morwin’s Bagel Shoppe, the guy behind the counter asked if I knew the local teen sleuth.”

Ned has always been one of my biggest fans. He’s helped me solve a ton of cases. I was glad to return the favor and be able to help him with one of his passions. I may not know how the equipment works, but I do know how to carry a box.

“Seriously,” Ned continued. “I’m really glad you’re here. This is a big deal for me, and I feel a lot calmer with you around.”

I shifted the box I was carrying and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “You’re going to do great.”

“Thanks,” he said. “It’s just that Brady Owens is the most controversial comedian in the country right now. This interview is big, and I really don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

I completely understood why Ned was feeling nervous. He had started his NED Talks podcast just over a year ago. He interviewed musicians, actors, and other artists on his college campus. He had a loyal fan base, mostly fellow students at his school, but Brady Owens was on a completely different level than the sophomore singer-songwriter who performed every week at the student center. “I also really don’t want to let your dad down,” Ned said. “He went out on a limb to help me get this interview.” Brady and my dad had been in the same fraternity in college—Brady was actually discovered at an open mic hosted by their fraternity—so when Ned read that Brady was coming back to River Heights to perform at the recently opened Arts Complex, Ned screwed up his courage to ask my dad for an introduction to Brady.

“Don’t worry about my dad,” I said. “Just focus on what you need to do to feel ready for the interview.”

We rounded the corner and stood in front of the Towering Heights Resort, the fanciest hotel in town. I checked the time. We were still ten minutes early.

“Do you want to do another lap around the block?” I asked.

“Let’s watch the video again,” Ned said.

“Are you sure? You’ve watched it at least one hundred times. And it happened only two weeks ago!”

Ned nodded. “I’m his first interview since it happened. I need to make sure all my facts are straight when I ask him about it.”

“Okay,” I said, pointing toward a bench nearby. “Let’s go over there.” We sat down and I pulled out my phone and typed in Brady Owens Heckler. The first result was the video we were looking for. It had over ten million views.

Brady stood onstage in a comedy club, microphone in his hand, pacing in front of a stool.

“So, last night I was walking home after hanging out with some friends. It was late, and I turn the corner on this deserted street, and I see this guy mugging this old lady. He’s trying to grab her purse, so I run over to help.”

He holds a beat.

“Eventually, we got it off her.”

The audience breaks into laughter. Brady waits for it to die down and then continues. “Mugging jokes—always funny. I think it’s the word ‘mugging’—”

Before he can get further, a woman from the audience yells, “Actually, violence is never funny!”

Boos echo throughout the audience, and Brady whips toward her. The expression on his face is livid.

“You know what’s never funny,” he hisses. “Interrupting.” He lifts his head up, addressing the whole crowd. “You know what we should do? We should mug this woman in the parking lot. That’ll teach her not to interrupt. Plus, it will be funny.”

There is some laughter and applause in the audience, but there are also gasps and a smattering of boos.

The video cut off there, but the reaction was immediate once the video was posted online. People were furious at Brady. They thought he had crossed the line and encouraged violence against the heckler, but Brady was unapologetic. In a series of tweets the next day, he said everyone was being too sensitive. He argued that it was clear he was joking. Besides, stand-up comedians were supposed to offend people.

I thought his reaction to the heckler had been way out of line and really dangerous. At the very least, that woman deserved a sincere apology. I knew Ned was planning on pushing Brady on the subject, and I was looking forward to hearing what Brady would say.

“I can’t believe I landed this first interview. I’m just an amateur podcaster!”

“All ‘amateur’ means is that you don’t get paid. It doesn’t mean you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Ned smiled at me. “Thanks, Nancy.”

I checked my watch again. It was time to go.

“You ready?” I asked Ned.

Ned nodded.

We both stopped short when we entered the hotel lobby. They had completely renovated since the last time we had been in.

“Wow,” Ned said. “They really made this place look beautiful.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. The old lobby had been nice, but this was gorgeous. Crystal chandeliers hung from an impossibly high ceiling. The dark mahogany pillars lining the room played off the mahogany welcome counter and tables throughout, along with maroon velvet chairs that were scattered about invitingly. To top it off, a man in a tuxedo played a grand piano in the center of the space.

“I knew they were renovating, but I had no idea it was going to be like this,” Ned said.

“They must really believe the new Arts Complex is going to bring more tourists to River Heights,” I said. The Arts Complex had been the passion project of the River Heights mayor, and it had just opened last month. It had a theater, where Brady Owens would be performing tonight, that could be used to show movies, plays, or other performances; an art museum, which promised to feature a wide variety of works; and a full set of classrooms and practice spaces that people could rent. They were offering classes in both the actual craft of art, like drawing and painting, and art history. These were the types of classes you would usually find on a university campus, but they were all open to the public.

Ned checked his phone. “Brady said he’s in room 823.”

“It looks like the elevators are in that corner,” I said, pointing to the back left.

We rode up in silence. I could tell that Ned was running through his questions in his head, and I didn’t want to bother him.

We arrived on the eighth floor and stepped off the elevator.

“Eight twenty-three is all the way at the end,” I said, reading the signs.

Ned nodded and we headed down the long hallway. The carpet was plush beneath our feet.

We arrived at the room, and Ned took a deep breath before knocking on the door. “Here goes nothing.”

As soon as his knuckles made contact, the door started to swing open.

“That’s weird,” Ned said.

“Maybe he forgot to close the door all the way,” I suggested.

Ned nudged the door open a touch more. “Hello?” he called out. “Mr. Owens? Are you there? It’s Ned Nickerson and Nancy Drew from the NED Talks podcast.”

There was no response.

I moved in front of him and knocked on the door loudly. “Mr. Owens?” I yelled. There was still no response.

I gently pushed the door open, revealing the entire room.

“Oh my gosh,” Ned and I said in unison. The room was a mess. It had been completely trashed. Brady’s suitcase had been opened and his clothing was strewn around the entire room. The sheets had been stripped off the bed. The lamps were on the floor, the lightbulbs shattered. Even the paintings had been taken off the wall. I’ve seen a lot of rooms destroyed, but this was one of the most drastically defaced rooms I had ever seen. Not to mention that one very important thing was missing.

“Where’s Brady?” Ned asked.

About The Author

Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books.

Product Details

  • Publisher: Aladdin (January 15, 2019)
  • Length: 176 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781481485494
  • Ages: 8 - 12

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