Kat is dialling Joel’s number but it’s engaged, and
then a call flashes on her screen from ‘Bryce’. She actually falls off
her bed. Seriously. She’s sprawled across a pile of clothes on the floor as she
answers the phone and has to clamber up and compose herself while attempting to
sound like it’s not at all disconcerting that Angus is on the line.
‘Glad you answered,’ he
says. ‘I was worried I might have turned you off last night.’
Turned her off? No. Not
exactly the words she would use to describe his impact. ‘Of course not!’
‘Good. We have work to do.’
Yes. Work. Recording a hit
song together. In secret.
‘And I’m not in town much
longer, so it’s kind of urgent. I’m worried this might be bad timing for you in
terms of your final exams.’
School. Ahem. Yes.
She’d given her education
virtually no thought at all since the Unrequited concert, which is bad because
she’s already doing the early entry subject at uni and really wants to follow
through with a great university entrance score. That’s going to require a great
HSC performance, which involves lots of studying and LOTS of focus. She can’t
let this random singing opportunity destroy Plan A, even though as soon as that
thought runs through her mind, she realises that Plan A is in fact now Plan B,
and she wonders what her mum’s going to make of that.
‘I’d like to see you again,
Kat. Today, if possible. We’ve got a lot to talk about and arrange. And we need
to nail this song. Are you free?’
Am I free? Let
me just think about that for a second Angus Marsden from Unrequited, who wants
to record music with me…
‘YES, I’m free! I mean, I’m
actually not free. It’s Tuesday, so I’ve got double maths this morning and a
chemistry lab test, then lunch, but a free period straight after, then double
‘Skip PE,’ he cuts in. ‘See
me at lunch? I’ve got soundcheck at four.’
Right. Of course.
Soundcheck. Wait. Skip PE?
Kat has never once, not in
all of her twelve-and-three-quarter years of formal education, skipped a class.
Not to sneak off to the shops with friends. Not to binge-watch DVDs and scoff
ice cream straight out of the tub while her mum’s at work. Certainly not to
visit a pop star in his hotel suite, because he has soundcheck at four, right
before yet another sold-out gig and can’t see her outside school hours, like a
‘C’mon, Kat. Don’t tell me
you’ve never done that before?’
He doesn’t know the half of
what she hasn’t done.
‘Of course I have! Gosh,
Angus, what do you take me for?’
He laughs. ‘A girl who’s
scared she’s going to get her first detention. Am I right?’
He might be …
‘Look, it’s okay, Kat. I get
it. I really don’t want to lead you astray, but we’ve got a song to work on and
a really tight schedule. I’m leaving the country soon. I’ll order sushi?’
‘How do you know I like
‘Your impostor posted it on
Kat’s glad he can’t see her
flush bright red. And she wants to kill her sisters.
Sushi? Just the two of them?
She’s shaking with nerves already, and has to remind herself that, just eight
days ago, she was ignoring Angus at his own concert. Rudely. It was easy to be
confident then. Note to self: He’s just a normal boy! Albeit an
extremely famous one, with whom practically everyone she knows is thoroughly
infatuated. Everyone except her, of course.
‘All right,’ she says. ‘I’ll
be there around one.’
‘Good. And don’t worry,’ he
says. ‘If you get caught I’ll write a note for your teacher …’