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the school. He takes his mobile from his leather jacket. 20:52. She’s usually on time.
    It’s shite digging up things best left buried thousands of miles underground.
    But the fact that they named him William.
    What the fuck were they thinking? Were they at the hospital watching him pop out of his mother and did they think,
ah, we’ll have to call him William.
Daniel
William.
What kind of gay name was that?
    Daniel spits.
    You get the life you’re given, it’s your job to live it.
    It’s shite with things that are best left buried thousands of miles underground.
    Sometimes he thinks about it. About killing. Just going out and killing somebody. Making a person disappear just because he can. What a release it must be. Clench your fists until they’re as hard as wrecking balls, pummel a face until you can’t tell it’s a face.
    Maybe tonight’s the night.
    Screw.
    Screw.
    Screw.

5. AMY LEE (Tiril)
    ‘Tiril,
please
, can you help me here?’
    She sees the honey jars roll across the lino, hears them rattling like the peel of sick bells, sees the sweaty, Christian girl crawling on all fours, and she turns up the volume on the iPhone, wipes the ice cream freezer with the cloth and looks the other way.
    Thea is going to sit at the piano and Tiril will stand in front.
I’m so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears.
Thea will be dressed in white: white top, white dress, white tights and white shoes. Whereas she’ll be in black: black top, black dress, black tights and black shoes.
And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave, ’cause your presence still lingers here, and it won’t leave me alone.
They’re going to blow the roof off the gym hall.
These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there’s just too much that time cannot erase.
Tiril feels it on her arms, the hairs standing on end, same as when she heard the song for the first time on YouTube:
When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
.
    On Thursday. The International Culture Workshop. Kinda daft, but, whatever.
    ‘Tiril! Can you please come and help me here?’
    She ignores Christian Girl’s desperate pleas and crouches down. Evanescence fills her head as she gives the large surfaces of the freezer a thorough wipe.
    Thea’s amazing on the piano, she’s been playing for years and her parents reckon she could go far. Beethoven and Brahms and all kinds of stuff just flies from her fingers, and she only needs to hear a song and she can play it. It’s mad. Her fingers just run across the keys. It’s not that easy either, ‘My Immortal’. Maybe it’s not that hard, like technically, but getting the feeling right, only Thea can do that. And Amy Lee.
    And Tiril Fagerland.
    They’ve tried getting hold of a black piano, or a grand, but the school doesn’t have anything like that, only an electronic one. But nobody will have a bad word to say about the stage show. They’re going to cover the windows in the gym hall with black sheets, drape a black felt cloth over the piano, and Tiril found a five-branched candelabra in Oxfam. The candlesticks in it will shine bright.
    You used to captivate me by your resonating light, now I’m bound by the life you left behind.
    After the second verse, Tiril’s going to let a black, see-through shawl fall down over her face. She’ll stand upright, motionless, her gaze fixed on the floor, her body rigid, like a statue, her fingers splayed like a leaf. Then she’ll raise her head, slowly, slowly, as she sings the most powerful lines in the song:
    I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone.
    But though you’re still with me I’ve been alone all along.
    The plan is for it to be dark when she sings those lines, and then on the final chorus the lights will come up, preferably ones with green and red filters. That’s when she needs to give it her all. She needs to sing like Amy Lee, needs to think that
she is Amy Lee,
that