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can discuss this and many many many other fond memories of our jointly-attended primary school when I meet up with you after the gig. See you very soon.
    You’re on stage in approximately fourteen hours.
    Cat Andrews x
    And Gorgeous Dolores xxxxxxx

Chapter 5: Daydreamer (David Cassidy)
     
    Really starting to despise Jason Devaney. How much trouble did he get me into? More than I’d ever been in before, basically.
    First of all with Dolores. I don’t honestly know what she was so snickety about. She actually got the idiot to look at her, and to stay still long enough for her to separate the collar from his shirt. Pity it wasn’t the head from his shoulders. That might have saved me the whole of the miserable episodes that followed. True, Dolores would have been in prison, her cell wall plastered with articles headlined “DERANGED DIVVY DECAPITATES DIVINE!” and similar, and then school might have been a bit less fun (although … wait … that would solve all the issues with Freddie or Ferdinand the scientific beautiful one … Oh sorry. Day dreaming again. Repeat: do not want Dolores to do time. Even just long enough for me to get a shot at the guy of my dreams. Or maybe … no, no, stop it now).
    Anyway, she was super-snarky with me the next morning after the concert, when I caught her on the front steps showing the offending collar to guess who – Freddie the Ferd Nerd. As if he’d be interested!
    But strangely, he was.
    ‘Hey, I reckon that’s an original Fred Perry,’ he was saying, inspecting it like the forensic scientist I knew he was going to turn into. With me.
    ‘No, not Fred Perry,’ said Dolores, and honestly, she uttered the next bit really slowly with a very round mouth, as if he was a moron. ‘Ja-zzy Di-vine.’
    Freddie, to my astonishment, didn’t tut loudly and walk off. Instead he grinned a full set of delightfully uneven teeth. ‘I know. Your beloved, isn’t he?’
    Yes, I urged silently. Say yes, he is.
    ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ she said instead, and stupid Freddie stupidly blushed like a stupid ten year old. I am seriously beginning to doubt his intelligence.
    So this is where I got into trouble with Dolores.
    ‘Hey, I need that collar.’
    She hadn’t seen me walking up to them; she looked a bit shocked when my arm snaked over her shoulder and went to grab the scrap of material.
    Instantly she snat ched it back. ‘No way! I tore it off him. It’s mine.’
    ‘You could sell it on eBay,’ suggested Freddie. ‘You’d get a fortune.’
    ‘No!’
    That was me shoutin g. EBay? How did he know about such matters? I wanted to like him less and less but his mousy top lip was just inches away from my own and it looked so delicious that I found myself staring at it, rather than listening to what he was saying. Suddenly I realised he was looking at me, accusingly, like “oh it’s you, Finger-stabber.”
    ‘Why not?’ he said.
    Dolores and I spoke at the same moment.
    ‘Because I’m keeping it forever.’ Dolores. Obviously.
    ‘Because … because how would you prove it was his?’ That was me. Oh sweet scientists, I’d actually spoken directly to him! Now to say something to really win his scientific brain over. ‘Other than extracting his DNA and getting something else off him to match it with, and then correlating the whole lot with perhaps a controlled experimental sample and a few … graphs.’
    I trailed off because they were both studying me as if I was the one needing a few scientific experiments.
    ‘Okay, c alm down,’ said Freddie under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear him, and then he nodded at Dolores in a “see you later” kind of way and marched off, shouldering his bag onto his skinny, adorable back.
    ‘I wasn’t going to sell it on eBay anyway,’ said Dolores. ‘As if I’d part with it.’
    ‘But I do really need it,’ I said, hoping that would be enough to just encourage her to give it to me.
    It wasn’t. ‘Why? You don’t even