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    And that’s not even the worst bit. Apparently, there will also be a song. Sung by Vanessa.
    ‘They might even release it as a single,’ she said.
    ‘Bernard and I will buy one each,’ said Karen.
    Words fail me. That’s all we need, Vanessa on our radios as well as our tellies.
    Oh, I feel so blah. Not about Vanessa, though she doesn’t help my mood. I just keep remembering that this time last year was when everything started to happen. First of all, I metPaperboy. It was around this week of September that he first called at our house to collect the money for delivering the newspapers on Saturdays. And then soon after that I got my drums, and we started Hey Dollface. So much was going on a year ago!
    Oh my God. I’ve just realised something.
    I got my drums a year ago.
    Which means …
    I can’t believe I haven’t thought of this before now. I got my drums from a friend of Tom’s called Sam (to distinguish him from musical/summer-camp Sam, I will call him Drummer Sam) because he was moving to America for a year. But now that year is up! Why hasn’t Rachel – or indeed Tom – mentioned it to me yet? Maybe he’s forgotten all about his drums (though I know I wouldn’t if I’d left them with someone else for a year). Or maybe he’s not coming back.
    Oh God, I don’t know what to do. Obviously the sensible thing to do is just ask Rachel to ask Tom. But what if Sam actually has forgotten about his drums, but this reminds him of them and he decides he wants them back? Is it better to just say nothing and hope he forgets all about it? I think that’s what I will do. It’s just like that proverb about letting sleeping dogs (or drum owners) lie.

    I can’t stop worrying about the drums. I keep expecting Rachel to say something about Drummer Sam and how he’s back from America and can’t wait to start playing the drums again. Obviously, I know they are his drums and he has a perfect right to have them back, but it’s been so long since he went away that I’d almost forgotten they belonged to him and weren’t actually mine. Could he actually have forgotten about them? I can’t imagine I’d forget about owning an entire drum kit, but maybe living in America was so exciting it drove all thoughts of drumming out of his mind. After all, when Paperboy moved to Canada he seemed to forget all about his old Dublin life and didn’t contact me for weeks on end. Maybe going to North America does something to boys’ minds?
    Not that I’m bitter about Paperboy. Seriously, I’m really not. I genuinely like hearing from him these days and I am definitely not still pining for him like I was at the beginning of the year. Though I have to say that I’m glad he has never mentioned a girlfriend to me. I think I would still feel very weird about that, even though I went out with John Kowalski. Which may be hypocritical of me, but is still true.
    Anyway, thinking about Paperboy isn’t going to help with this drum-kit situation. I haven’t mentioned it to Cass and Alice because I’m pretty sure they would just tell me to get Rachel to ask Tom about it, which I still can’t bear to do in case Drummer Sam actually has forgotten about them, in which case it’s surely better not to remind him.
    I keep looking at my (or rather, as I have to keep telling myself, Drummer Sam’s) snare drum, which is the smallest drum and the only bit of the drum kit I keep at home rather than in Alice’s garage. What would happen to Hey Dollface if I had no drums? I know there’ll be a kit at the new practice space, but that wouldn’t be the same and I wouldn’t be able to take any of it home. And practising on the snare at home is the only reason I’m halfway decent at the drums now. I can’t afford to get a whole kit of my own. Or even just a snare really.
    I will just keep my fingers crossed and hope Drummer Sam forgets about it all.

    I had a dream about the drums last night. I was out in Alice’s place and I couldn’t find