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sighs.
    â€˜The only problem is the name. I had to use the same one as on Killer Act. Of all our names, why did Mystery Guy have to pick the Manic Pixie Dream Girls? I liked the Powerpuff Girls.’
    Two Year 7s look at us, annoyed because we’re disturbing their study time, but as Rose is currently in charge of the library there’s not much they can do.
    I agree with Jodie. ‘And more to the point, how did Mystery Guy even know what we called ourselves? We didn’t say it on camera, did we?’
    â€˜Nope,’ Jodie says.
    We all shiver slightly. Are we being bugged ?
    â€˜We might have said it on another video, though,’ Nell suggests brightly, keen to find an alternative to the bugging theory. ‘I’m sure I did it at least once. I might have said that name, because it was the stupidest. Why’d you pick it, Rose?’
    Rose blushes.
    â€˜It’s a literary device. A trope.’ She catches us staring at her. ‘A . . . thing , I promise you. Look it up on Wikipedia. It’s a name they give to all those girls in books and films who don’t quite seem real. They’re just thesekooky creatures who the hero wants to find, or rescue or be like. Jennifer Aniston plays them all the time. We were talking about it in book club. I just thought it sounded funny.’
    â€˜It does,’ Jodie grumbles, ‘and now we’re stuck with it. Imagine them announcing that at the Grammys.’ She rolls her eyes.
    â€˜We’re not going to the Grammys,’ I promise her, laughing.
    â€˜We might,’ she retorts. ‘A boy in sixth form has already asked us to do a gig at his birthday party. Well, half a gig, anyway. And if we carry on at this rate, we could make the Killer Act top 100, you know. Then we could be on TV.’
    Rose and I shake our heads sadly at her insane optimism. Nell practically chokes on a Starburst.
    â€˜Really? Aren’t we way behind everyone?’
    Jodie pouts. ‘Not way behind. Slightly. We’re catching up fast, haven’t you noticed?’
    Then I suddenly think of something.
    â€˜ Which boy?’ I ask.
    â€˜Hmm?’ Jodie says.
    â€˜Which boy in sixth form has asked for us?’
    She checks the details on the page. ‘Er, someone called George Drury. My mum knows him vaguely. They have a big house the other side of Crakey Hill with an awesome party barn. We’d be performing in there and we’d get £100. Paid money for a gig! £25 each! Are you OK, Sash?’
    George Drury: the boy who had a crush on me last summer. I had a feeling it might be him.
    â€˜Fine,’ I lie.
    Was this whole video thing just some trick to get us toplay at his party? And if so, why? And what is he going to do next?
    â€˜Who else is playing?’ asks Rose. She sounds edgy too, picking up on my nerves somehow.
    Jodie grins.
    â€˜Call of Duty. George is a friend of theirs. They do the first half, we do the second.’
    All the laughter abruptly disappears from Rose’s face. So does the colour. She shakes her head.
    â€˜We can’t.’
    â€˜Why not?’ I ask gently, concerned for her, and confused. I mean, I can think of a million reasons why not, but they only affect me.
    She pauses for a while to think, then gives a nervous, high-pitched laugh.
    â€˜This is getting ridiculous. We’ve never sung live before. They do it all the time.’
    â€˜But people like us,’ Jodie insists. ‘Mrs Richards has our song AS HER RINGTONE. And we get to go to a George Drury party. They’re famous. We’ll get a million cool points and everyone will want to friend us. Please please please ?’
    Rose hesitates, looking increasingly panicked.
    â€˜When I joined, you made me promise to keep the band a secret, remember? That was the point.’
    â€˜Yeah, but that was before we got a million trillion votes,’ Jodie pleads. ‘It’s different now. You’ll be fine. Just