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Vince looks gutted when Sam recounts our run-in with Sketch fans on the way back to the flat.  He keeps turning around in his seat to stare at Sam as he describes how creepy the one girl, I think it was Felicity, was acting around me.  Ollie winks at me from the driver’s seat, using the mirror to catch my eye, as Sam defends me, saying how I actually didn’t put my foot in it for once.  I poke his arm and laugh.

“You saying I was normal?”

He nods.  “Yeah.  How weird is that?”

I smile at him.  “See, I can be like all the other girls out there.”

“Not quite.”

“What do you mean?”

“Most girls don’t snort when they laugh.”

I narrow my eyes at him and pretend to be hurt. “I’m sorry I’m not perfect.”

His gaze turns sincere and I spot Vince turning around to hear Sam’s answer.  He chews his lip for a moment, his thumbs twirling in his lap.  “It’s better not to be perfect.”

“Nice answer,” Vince says, just as Ollie pulls the car into its designated space.

“Yep,” Ollie adds. “That could have gone horribly wrong.”

I grab my bags and follow the guys across the road.  I smile when I spot Tanya and Tandy through the huge windows, waiting in the foyer.

“There you are,” Tanya says when she sees us trudging through the entrance.  “I didn’t know you’d all gone out.”

Ollie veers off to hug Tandy.

“We went shopping,” Sam explains.  “Thought it was too nice a day to spend indoors.”

Tanya purses her lips.  “Too nice a day to write a song?”

Sam looks suddenly awkward and Vince looks to the floor.

Tanya rolls her eyes.  “I thought so.  This is serious guys.  You’ve got five months to write, record and sell yourselves into the top ten.”

There’s a silence that’s filled with the footfalls over other tenants making their way in and out of the foyer.

“I’ve written a song,” I say.  Everyone turns to look at me and I scoot towards Sam, like I want to hide behind him.  “I mean, I don’t know if it’s any good.”

“It is,” Sam says.  “I mean, it’s not perfect.”

“Perfect isn’t everything,” Tanya says, a relieved expression appearing on her face. 

I snigger along with the guys as we all remember the conversation that had gone on in the car.

“Well?” Tanya adds.  “Let’s get upstairs so I can see it.”

I feel nervous as everyone leans over the breakfast bar, where I’ve set my notebook open at the page of my song.  The paper’s covered in squiggles and doodles and the writing’s messy, crossings out littering the few verses.

Sam’s the first to draw back, having already read it, and he offers me an encouraging smile.  It’s so strange seeing him smile at me when only days ago he refused to even acknowledge me.  I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of the way his mouth tilts upwards, making my pulse jump and my own smile break out onto my face.  His expression is infectious.

Ollie straightens next, followed by Tandy.  They both give me smiles too and my nerves settle.  It can’t be that bad if everyone’s coming up smiling.  Vince claps me on the back before he moves to the other side of the breakfast bar, tapping his fingers against the counter as he goes.  It’s a fast paced rhythm with an uneven beat.  I don’t recognise it and I wonder if he’s drumming out a beat he’s made up for my song.