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spikes of his
dark brown hair.
    Whatever
his feelings, he knew they had started long before the interview. Ever since
the modelling contracts had began to leave him feeling hollow and pathetic.
Ever since he’d dusted off his old guitar and started strumming his fingers
against the strings for the first time in years.
    Something
in him had changed. The same something that had finally driven him to walk away
from modelling and start singing again. It had unlocked him. As if he had been in
a long coma; only to wake up and find the world had turned upside down. He
hadn’t recognised the pampered reflection staring back at him from the mirror.
    But
even after the unexpected success of his first single and the feeling that he
had finally began living his dream, a part of him still felt missing.
    A
number one single – he should be jumping from the walls, but instead he felt
unfazed, numb even.
    Whatever
Juliet had to do with his feelings, he didn’t know, but day after day he
couldn’t stop the memories and the feelings from creeping back.
    Guy
swallowed hard. Unleashing his emotions into the lyrics of his songs detached
them somehow. Admitting them in the bright morning light left nothing to hide
behind.   
    ‘Right,’
Debbie said, dragging Guy’s thoughts back into the room. ‘‘I have exactly sixty
minutes before Sam’s batteries recharge to max. Have you got an answer?’ Her
movements were similar to the waddling yellow duck as she dropped back to the
sofa, lifting her feet onto the glass coffee table.
    Guy
turned his head towards her, noticing again the dark circles under her eyes and
the grey sheen covering her usually rosy cheeks. ‘Hey.’ He reached out for her
hand feeling suddenly protective. ‘Are you okay Sis?’
    She
met his gaze with a weak smile. ‘You’re avoiding my question.’
    ‘No,
I’m serious, are you okay? Do you want me to take Sam out today, give you a
chance to have a break?’
    ‘Thanks
but I’m fine, honestly. It’s just the usual pregnancy tiredness and chasing
after a toddler all day and most of the night. But Carl has been running around
after me like a guide dog for the blind so I can’t complain. Ask me again next
week and I’ll take you up on your offer.’
    ‘Any
time. I mean it.’
    Guy
continued to stare with a growing concern at his sister. At four years older,
she had always looked out for him.  Guy had been too young to remember when
their parents had died in a car accident, but Debbie hadn’t. Putting her grief
aside she had looked after him. Reading to him late at night when he couldn’t
sleep and staying with him whenever he had nightmares.
    They’d
been lucky. Their aunt and uncle had given them a happy childhood in Doncaster,
but Debbie had never stopped mothering him. Now the years of worry were written
across her face.  
    When
she’d met Carl three years earlier at a conference, Guy had been a little
sceptical about their relationship. Carl was a nice guy; the reliable type, but
hardly the most exciting man in the world. It had taken Guy a while to
understand that Debbie liked that about Carl: the stability and the
unquestionable love that they had for each other.
    ‘Earth
to Guy?’ Debbie grinned, waving a hand in front of Guy’s eyes.
    ‘Sorry
Debs, I was miles away.’
    ‘You
don’t exactly look like the picture of health either you know.’
    Guy
looked down at his creased t-shirt again. ‘I know. Last night was my first gig
since my single came out. I never realised how tiring it would be.’
    ‘So
that’s why you smell like a brewery rat is it? How did it go? Oh and we heard
your interview on the radio, very cool. And don’t let me forget to get a few
autographs from you; they are like currency at playgroups. I’ve had more offers
of play dates than I know what to do with.’
    ‘Yeah
sure. It went pretty well. A great crowd for a Sunday night in Angel and they
seemed to like me.’
    ‘Great,
now back to Juliet,’ Debbie began with a