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Phone rang. Vati answered it, still all grumpy.

I was in my room, shaping the cuticles in my nails for Saturday.

If I don’t start my beauty routine now I’ll never be ready in time.

I heard Dad say, “I’ll see if she’s still up, it’s a bit late to call … Who shall I say it is?”

By that time I had thrown myself down the stairs and ripped the phone out of his hand. How could he be so deeply uncool?

I calmed my voice and said “Hello” in a sort of husky way. I don’t know why but at least I wasn’t assuming a French accent.

It was the Sex God!!! Yeahhh!!! I got jelloid knickers as soon as I heard his voice. It’s so yummy scrumboes …

He said, “Is that your dad?”

I said, “No, it’s just some madman who hangs around our house.”

Anyway, the short and long of it is that he’ll see me Saturday at the gig. He’s rehearsing so can’t see me before. C’est la vie, I think you will find, when you go out with le gorgeous popstar.