4 November 2012
It. We are so busking it. 'I reckon we can make at least double what she did' Ava says confidently. 'All those people have been stopping to look at us. 'That might have something to do with that top you're wearing.' 'Why?' She says looking down. 'Whats the matter with it? It's a lot more interesting than your t-shirt. 'Nothing's the matter with it ' I sigh. Ava spent 45 minutes this morning choosing the skimpy lilac top and cut off jeans she's wearing now and another 25 minutes perfecting her makeup. She looks fantastic as always: glossy- haired and violet-eyed curvy and sparkling- well not quite as sparkling as usual due to her virus but still super hot. We must make an odd couple: the stylish sixth-former looking like an undercover film star and her gangly younger sister looking like a lamppost. In shorts. I wish I could copy her but I've tried and it doesn't work. I just don't have the required va-va-voom. When she bent down to pick up her flute she actually got a round of applause from a group of passing builders. As soon as she started on her version of yellow submarine they moved on pretty quickly though. It seems even builders have sensitive hearing. Anyway 'how much have we made so far? She asks hopefully. I check the open flute case at our feet. 'Two starburst wrappers a pice of chewing gum and a parking ticket.' 'Oh.'
The Look Part 3 • Opuss № I