2 November 2012
Are you sure this is working? I mutter as Ava puffs her way through the final chorus of yellow submarine. She finishes with a flourish and a smile. Trouble is I don't. The last time I trusted my older sister was in primary school when she assured me that it was perfectly normal to wear a buzz lightyear costume (complete with wings) to gym club if u accidentally left your leotard at your granny's the teacher made me do the whole class in that costume including the hula hoop sequence. Ava giggles whenever she thinks of it. Some memories haunt you to infinity and beyond. However she promised me a third of the proceeds today which sounded tempting at the time. I was hoping to earn enough for some new shading pencils. "Jesses cousin got fifty pounds last week " she says reading my mind. Her eyes have the dreamy look she always gets when she mentions her boyfriend in Cornwall or even it seems his relatives. "What jesses cousin the classical violinist? Uh-Huh.'who's in an orchestra? "Well yes". Ava admits. "But she was busking in Truro which is miles from anywhere. And look at us. I looked at us. Location-wise we're perfect: carnabay street in the heart of London's west end surrounded by Saturday shoppers taking advantage of some early summer sun. If we were Ava's boyfriends cousin we'd probably make a fortune. But I bet she wasn't playing 'easy Beatles tunes for beginners'. And I bet she didn't give up her instrument at grad 3 like Ava did 2 years ago. And I bet she wasn't accompanied by a girl who only took up the tambourine that morning like I did.
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