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“Passion! Electricity! Immersion! Total focus, almost trance like focus!”
“Yes, you can do that, I know! It was obvious earlier. But you’ve heard me practise, and you know that I’m a mediocre drummer. Does everybody have to be able to do it the same way as you?”
“Kayt and Conning have passion. Kayt’s a brilliant singer! And a brilliant dancer! I’ve watched her.”
With half an idea about where the discussion is going, NutJob gently prompts for more.
“Kayt?”
“Yes, why are there no girls in my year like Kayt?”
“You’re thirteen aren’t you? Maybe you’re maturing faster than the others! Everybody in your year is twelve or thirteen?”
AngryBard nods, “uh huh.”
“You sound like me when I was fifteen. You’re going to be fine. It takes a little time, and it needs a bit of patience.”
“Does Kayt have a boyfriend?”
“I don’t think she does,” says NutJob, “but I don’t think she’s looking. We can talk more about this later. The interval’s nearly over, aren’t you needed back in the orchestra for the second half?
—o—
In the ladies’ dressing room Kayt, whilst not intending to cause any deliberate friction, starts off a little too aggressively. She often does that with love life conversations. All Conning wanted to do was ask calmly about recent developments. The problem these days is that it’s hard to get KristalClear on her own for a chat without NutJob being within earshot. A backstage dressing room solves that problem.
“How did you do it? Why did you do it?” demands Kayt, “what is it with you and NutJob? He’s not normal!”
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