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think of all the boys who’ll want your number.’
    Rose shudders. ‘They won’t,’ she whispers in a tiny voice.
    â€˜Oh, they will,’ Jodie grins. ‘Trust me.’
    I hate to see Rose like this. She’s so interesting and funin private, with us, and so shy in public. She’s been like this ever since I’ve known her. People don’t know what they’re missing.
    â€˜You’d have us,’ I promise her. ‘We’d look after you.’
    She bites her lip.
    â€˜Nell, what do you think?’ she asks.
    â€˜You do whatever you want, Rose. I don’t mind.’
    Kind, sweet, unhelpful Nell. I say I’m happy to do the gig. I don’t want to let anyone think I have a problem with George Drury (because I so do). Rose hesitates some more. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to do it, but she can’t face letting us down.
    â€˜OK,’ she says eventually. ‘Whatever you want.’
    â€˜Great!’ Jodie says, patting her on the back. ‘I’ll let George know.’

 
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    I ’ve never told anyone about the kiss behind the speaker stacks at the festival last summer. I’d noticed George looking at me a bit, but then I’d been staring too. He’s six foot tall and plays football for the county Under-18s team. He is definitely not the ugliest boy in his class.
    His girlfriend, Michelle, was off buying him beer at the time. I asked him what time one of the gigs was starting and we got talking. He seemed very friendly and yes, there was a kiss. I was too shocked to stop him.
    Pretty quickly though, he remembered where he was, and who I was – or rather, who I wasn’t – and he brushed past me as if nothing had happened. I tried to forget the whole thing, although I have to admit I haven’t done a very good job of it. Even while I was in Vegas for that whole summer, staying with Dad, I still couldn’t get the kiss out of my mind. Every time we sing ‘Sunglasses’, I think of George. Now we’re about to be in his house.
    Why did he ask us? Was it purely coincidence, or was it something to do with me? Was he connected to my phone disappearing? I have such a bad feeling about this.
    Rehearsals are a disaster. We’ve never actually rehearsed before. We’ve just been dressing up, or doing makeup tutorials, or playing computer games, and ended up accidentally singing. And we always ended up accidentally singing whatever Jodie happened to be playing, because it didn’t really matter. And Jodie always happened to be playing something poppy and preferably cheesy, because she has, as Rose says, no musical taste AT ALL, but nobody minded.
    Now it matters. Now we mind.
    Well, Nell doesn’t mind. Nell will sing anything, and look gorgeous doing so, and sound it. Nell’s real passion is animal husbandry (which I always used to tease her was marrying animals, but so isn’t), and if it’s anything to do with the ethical treatment of animals she’ll argue with you to the death, but if it’s music, she doesn’t really care. However, Rose’s real passion is music, and she cares a lot. If we’re going to do this at all, she wants us to do it properly.
    Jodie wants Abba; Rose wants Alicia Keys. Jodie wants Britney; Rose wants Amy Winehouse. Jodie refuses to doanything by her because her life was ‘so so tragic’. I don’t know what I want – only that I don’t want this stress. The whole point of the band was to relax, and this is definitely not relaxing.
    In the end we pick song titles out of a hat. I don’t know how she did it, but all the choices are Jodie’s anyway.
    Turns out that’s the least of our troubles.
    Nell’s dad delivers us to the house a couple of hours before the party. When we meet George, his eyes hold mine for a split second longer than the