4 November 2012
'But there's a guy down the street who keeps staring at us. Over there see? He might give us a pound or something if we're lucky'. She sighs and looks tired for a moment. 'Its hardly enough for a ticket to Cornwall. I'm never going to see jess at this rate. Lets give them "hey Jude". My last performance "had to be heard to be believed" remember? I grin. I do indeed remember that quote from the school newsletter last Christmas. I'm not sure they meant it the way she took it though. I'm starting to understand why she couldn't con any of her friends into coming along today before she asked me. Ava dose a couple of test breaths then launches into the opening bars. I rattled my tambourine as best as I can trying not to catch the eye of anyone nearby. I think I'm Supposed to take a sad song and make it better but that's beyond my musical ability. I'll just have to settle for making it louder. Meanwhile the guy down the street is slowly heading in our direction. It suddenly occurs to me that he might be a plainclothes policeman if plainclothes policemen wear leather jackets and carry orange backpacks. Maybe we're not allowed to play here And he's about to arrest us. Or worse he could be a kidnapper sussing out victims. Thank goodness I did Judo in my last year of primary. And for once my height could be useful. While Ava got her film star looks from mum I got all the genes from our tall lanky dad who's 6 foot 5 even without the mad hair which I also inherited along with his bushy monobrow. I'm not dads height yet but I'm definitely taller than leather jacket guy. I'm pretty sure sure I could take him on in single combat if I had to. As long as he hadn't done judo too of course.
The Look Part 4 • Opuss № I