A Step In Time: A feel-good read, perfect for fans of Strictly Come Dancing!. Kerry Barrett

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      Now Phil gently lifted my arm and extracted a fabric swatch from beneath my elbow.

      ‘What happens now?’ he said. ‘Where does Amy Lavender go from here?’

      Self-pity overwhelmed me again and my throat began to ache with the promise of more tears.

      ‘Oh, Phil,’ I said. ‘I don’t know. What am I going to do?’

      He put his arm round me.

      ‘You’ll bounce back, sweetie,’ he said. ‘You always do.’

      But that made me feel even worse.

      ‘Everyone dumps me,’ I said quietly. ‘‘Eventually, everyone gets fed up with me and they dump me.’

      ‘That’s not true,’ Phil said.

      ‘It is true.’ I sniffed and Phil thrust a tissue box in my direction.

      ‘Matty dumped me,’ I said. Phil opened his mouth, probably to tell me I was well shot of Matty – he’d never been a fan – but I gave him a look and he closed it again.

      ‘Tim dumped me from Turpin Road,’ I went on. A tear ran down my cheek. ‘Even my own mum, Phil. She dumped me.’

      ‘She didn’t dump you,’ Phil said, wiping my tear away with a folded tissue. ‘She just took a chance to make a better life for herself.’

      ‘In Spain,’ I pointed out. ‘Hundreds of miles away from me.’

      ‘You could have gone with her,’ Phil said. ‘She asked you to go.’

      ‘Only because she knew I wouldn’t,’ I said.

      ‘Have you spoken to her, since all this happened?’

      ‘God no,’ I said. ‘She’s only interested in me when things are going well. I bet she’s taken that photo of me down from the wall in her bar already. “My daughter the screw-up” isn’t half as impressive as “my daughter the soap star”.’

      Phil chuckled, ruefully.

      ‘You’ve still got me, honey,’ he said. ‘You’ll always have me.’

      I forced myself to smile at him.

      ‘I know,’ I said. ‘PhAmy for ever, right?’

      ‘Right,’ he said, kissing my nose.

      But I wasn’t convinced. Phil had been my rock for years. My best friend, my support network, everything. But since he’d met Bertie I felt like I had to fight for his attention and I wasn’t sure I liked sharing him.’

      ‘So what are you going to do?’ Phil asked again. ‘Can I help?’

      ‘Would you?’ I asked, flashing him my best, most beseeching smile.

      ‘What do you need?’

      ‘Well, first I need to go and get all my stuff from Matty’s. The only clothes I’ve got are what I had at work – and I’m running out of knickers. But I can’t face him on my own, so will you come with me? Please?’

      Phil put his arm round my shoulders again.

      ‘Of course,’ he said, kissing the top of my head. ‘I’ve got a few things I’d like to say to Mr Matthew actually.’

      I grinned. Phil was always fighting my corner.

      ‘And then, I need you to help with one more thing,’ I said. ‘I need to choose a reality TV show. Babs reckons that’s the best way to get the public back on my side.’

      Phil, who, if he ever went on Mastermind, would choose the specialist subject Reality TV 2000–2015, gave a deep, satisfied sigh.

      ‘She’s right,’ he said. ‘She’s completely spot-on. Ooh, she’s clever.’

      ‘She should be,’ I grumbled. ‘I pay her enough.’

      ‘So which show?’ Phil said.

      ‘I convinced her to let me choose,’ I told him. ‘Babs reckons she can get me on anything. You know what she’s like – she knows all the right people. I’m just not sure it’s the right thing to do.’

      Phil looked at me appraisingly, his head tilted to one side. Then he nodded.

      ‘Of course,’ he said in delight. ‘It’s perfect.’

      ‘What?’ I said, suspicious of his gleeful expression. ‘What are you thinking? Not Drag Race?’

      Phil gave a chuckle.

      ‘No,’ he said. He pushed his thick-rimmed glasses (just for show – they had clear lenses but he thought they gave him a geekish charm, and he was right) up his nose and pulled me to my feet.

      ‘I’m thinking you in a tiny bikini, tanned, skinny, bravely carrying on without Matty, perhaps flirting a little with another similarly tanned young, male TV star, and showing the legions of Amy fans – and those who dared to be Amy doubters – what a game old bird you are.’

      ‘Ohhhh,’ I breathed. ‘You mean the jungle?’

      ‘The jungle,’ Phil said. ‘It’s perfect.’

      I thought about it.

      ‘I’d be away for weeks – so no paps chasing me the whole time,’ I said. ‘Lots of time to think, to work out what I want to do next …’

      ‘And you look smoking hot in a bikini,’ Phil said.

      I made a modest face. I knew he was right.

      ‘You’re strong because you work out, like, all the time, you’re sporty and adventurous, you’re funny, you’re kind … you’re bound to win.’

      ‘What about my hair extensions?’ I said, holding up a strand of the brunette locks that were my pride and joy.

      ‘They’ll have to come out,’ Phil said, grim-faced. ‘Better to do it now, so people get used to seeing you without them.’

      I nodded.

      ‘I can do that,’ I said. ‘New hair, new start.’

      ‘So ring Babs and tell her,’ Phil said. ‘Do it, do it now.’

      ‘Okay, okay,’ I giggled, pulling my phone out. ‘I’m doing it.’

      I found Babs in my contacts, and waited for her to answer.

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