Rebecca is Always Right by Anna Carey Read Free Book Online

‘let sleeping dogs lie’ thing, but, as I had feared, Alice and Cass weren’t impressed.
    ‘You really should just ask her,’ said Alice. ‘I do understand why you haven’t, but you have to do it at some stage. I mean, if you don’t have drums, we’ll have to sort something else out for the band.’
    ‘Yeah,’ said Cass. ‘And the sooner we know, the sooner wecan sort something out.’
    ‘I know, I know,’ I said, and I do. Of course they are right. If my drums (okay, Drummer Sam’s drums) are going to be taken away from me, I need to come up with a contingency plan, but there is a part of me that just doesn’t want to deal with it at all. Which is pathetic, I know, but I can’t help it. Anyway, I have decided that I will ask Rachel about it on Saturday. Which gives me four whole days to pysche myself up.

    Maybe it is a sign of my advanced age, or maybe it’s because I’m trying to distract myself from the thought of (possibly) losing my drums, but I keep thinking how long it’s been since big things happened. I just realised that today it’s five months exactly since I kissed someone. And by someone, of course, I mean John Kowalski. I know he turned out to be a terrible person, but he was a very good kisser. In fact, if I’m being perfectly honest, he was a better kisser than Paperboy. I would never have admitted that at the time, but it’s true.
    Anyway, it feels like a lot longer than five months. I really do know, in my heart of hearts, that I’ll kiss someone elsesome day, but right now I feel quite sad. I don’t really know why. I just found myself listening to music that reminded me of back in March and April, when we were doing the musical and me and John got together, and it’s got me feeling weirdly nostalgic for the whole thing. Just thinking of the way he called me ‘Rafferty’ still makes me feel a bit funny. But I must make myself remember how he used to go on about himself all the time, and how he tried to make me write serious things when I wanted to write funny things, and how he let all of us down about the musical. Being a (very) good kisser doesn’t make up for that.

    My parents have just come home from their musical rehearsal.
    ‘How did it go?’ I asked. I was thinking of Dad’s attempts to ‘oomph’ up Henry Higgins.
    ‘Pretty well,’ said Dad cheerfully. ‘I think we’re really getting somewhere already! The director seems very open to my ideas.’
    ‘Wow, that’s great,’ I said.
    I noticed Mum had rather a strange expression on her face.‘How about you, Mother dear?’ I asked, like the good daughter I am.
    ‘Toiling away in the chorus,’ she said, but she seemed pretty cheerful about it.
    ‘Did you oomph up your role as a flower seller?’ I said.
    ‘What?’ said Mum.
    ‘Dad said he was going to oomph up Henry Higgins!’ I said.
    ‘Ah,’ said Mum. ‘Well, he certainly did that.’
    She says she didn’t need to do much to her flower-selling role as it already involves quite a lot of prancing around and strolling sassily.
    ‘It’s got lots of oomph already,’ she said.
    Anyway, they both seem pretty happy about the show, which is good. At least it meant they forgot to ask me pointless, boring questions about how much studying I’d done (the answer is of course none, because my exams are not for nearly nine months, but I did do all my homework nice and early).

    We have booked our studio time in the Knitting Factory! Theregistration site went live today and Veronica sent us all links. They won’t start having workshops for a month or so, but the studios are going to be available the week after next, and Hey Dollface will be rocking out there on Saturday week for two hours. I can’t wait. It’ll be like being back in the summer camp again, except slightly colder because it’s the end of September, not July. They are also going to open up those art studios in the Knitting Factory complex, so maybe Sam and Lucy, and Ellie from school, and