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like Jazzy D. You don’t even like Double Vision. You’re not even a Divvy at all – you disappeared for their entire set! Why would you want it?’
    ‘Because I have to send it back to him to prove that I’m not a maniac but a truly honest friend who did actually know him at primary school in Jersey, and before that I have to show it to Aggie and Dean so they think I do actually know him, and so Mum doesn’t think I’m a total freak.’
    Yep, so they were the other people I’d managed to upset and get into trouble with: Dean and Aggie and even Mother Dearest. First of all, our little rampage around the stadium had meant that we got questioned by security and were escorted off the premises, so that when we eventually got to text them to say READY NOW it was really, really late, and two burly guards were standing either side of us. Dolores was just cuddling the collar like it was a pet stoat, actually singing gently to it, but Aggie was practically in tears.
    ‘I’ve never been in trouble with the police,’ she confessed in a very sm all voice so the nearest guard wouldn’t hear her.
    ‘It’s not the police,’ I said. ‘They’re just hired muscle. They can’t actually do anything.’
    ‘But I’ve never been in trouble with anybody!’ whispered Aggie. ‘Even hired muscle. My dad’s going to blow a gasket.’
    Weird ly, I could see some advantages in this. If Dean and Mum turned up to find us in trouble with the pigs and thrown out of a concert out of 20000 screaming teenage girls, Dean would see that I was completely unsuitable as a family member and would slowly and delicately extract himself from Mum. I didn’t want a big showdown or anything – that might upset Mum – but if he just sort of disappeared then surely that would be better all round. He’d have to just fade away, wouldn’t he? Dean wasn’t a monster, after all, and he couldn’t exactly say to Mum: “We’re splitting up because your daughter is a criminal and a bad influence.” Hmm. Maybe if I could get a restraining order against the Divine one, it could all happen quite quickly …
    I was just contemplating vaulting the barrier and screaming out, ‘Jazzy! I’m coming for the rest of your shirt!’ when the car turned up.
    Mum was driving, and she took one look at the three of us – Dolores chatting to the younger of the two security guards and stroking a strange strip of fabric like a baddie in a James Bond movie, Aggie in tears, and me probably appearing to be on the verge of breaking out of the crowd and making a run for it – and she turned white. Instead of gesturing to us to get in quickly, she screeched to a halt on the double yellow lines and leapt out of the car, with Dean following closely.
    ‘What’s going on?’ she said. ‘Why are you detaining these girls?’
    ‘We’re not detaining, we’re restraining,’ said Big Burly. ‘These two borderline assaulted Jazzy D and we’re making sure they don’t get backstage to finish the job.’
    Mum blinked rapidly as Aggie finall y burst into tears and Dean escorted her to one side. ‘Are … are they in trouble?’ Mum asked finally after Dolores and I both launched into vivid and not entirely accurate descriptions of what really happened.
    ‘Only if they try to get back in to a DV concert.’ Big Burly nodded to Little Burly. ‘Shane’s got their pictures on the security camera which will be circulated to all venues, and we’d like to respectfully ask that they stay away from the lads.’
    ‘Good God,’ was all my mother could say.
    Dolores screamed and then she burst into tears too. We were ushered into the car pretty quickly after that. I sat in the middle of a crying Dolores and a sobbing Aggie all the way home like the statue in the centre of a gushing fountain, trying to work out which part of my experiment had gone so hideously wrong.
    Then when we’d dropped Aggie and Dean off at home and Dolores at her place, it just got worse.
    First of all, she