sleepoverclub.com. Narinder Dhami

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      I nodded. “Yeah, didn’t I mention it?”

      “No!” Rosie looked really impressed as well. Honestly, anyone would think it was Westlife practising in our garage! “What’re they called?”

      “Aztec,” I replied.

      “Uh?” Kenny didn’t look very impressed. “That’s well boring. They could have called themselves something really cool – like The Sleepover Club, ha ha!”

      “Let’s go and check them out,” Frankie suggested.

      “Yeah, let’s get their autographs now, and when they’re famous, we can sell them for mega-bucks!” Kenny chortled, jumping off the bed and heading for the door. We all followed, and tried to shove through at the same time.

      “Ow!” Fliss yelled. “That was my foot you trod on, Kenny!”

      “Last one down loves Ryan Scott!” Kenny shouted, racing for the stairs. Ryan’s in our class at school, and Fliss is in love with him anyway, so she didn’t mind being last!

      We charged into the kitchen, where my mum was making spaghetti and tomato sauce for our tea. Spike, my baby brother, was in his playpen (his name’s Sam really, but his hair sticks up in this cute little spike at the front), and Ben, who’s four, was playing with our mad dog, Buster.

      “Mum, is it OK if we go into the garage?” I asked. “We want to listen to Tom’s band.”

      My mum smiled. “Are you sure?”

      “Why? Are they that bad?” Kenny asked.

      “I haven’t a clue,” my mum replied. “Luckily Lyndz’s dad soundproofed the garage, so I don’t have to listen to them!”

      “They can’t be that awful,” I pointed out. “I mean, they’ve got their first gig soon.”

      “A gig?” Fliss squealed. She was so excited, I thought she was going to wet herself! “They’re actually going to be playing somewhere?”

      I nodded. “There’s a disco at Tom’s school in a few weeks’ time, and the band are playing there. My dad fixed it up.”

      My dad’s the head of the Art department at the local comp. Tom usually moans like crazy about having to go to the school where Dad teaches, but now he’s got a gig for the band out of it, he’s shut up!

      “Come on then, you lot.” I went over to the connecting door, which led from the kitchen into the garage. “Let’s sneak in and have a nose around.”

      I pulled open the door, and immediately a wall of sound hit us.

       “DON’T WANNA GO WITHOUT MY BAY-BEEEE! OH NO!

      It was mega-loud.

      “Shut the door, Lyndz!” my mum yelled, as Ben and Spike both began to bawl. “Now!”

      “AWOOOOOOH!” Buster howled, joining in with the singing.

      We all hurried into the garage and slammed the door behind us. The music was so loud, Tom and his mates hadn’t even noticed us come in. They were all bent over their instruments, shaking their heads in time to the beat.

      Frankie nudged me. “Blah blah blah blah?” she said in my ear.

      “WHAT?” I yelled back. I couldn’t hear a word.

      “Blah blah blah BLAH!” Kenny said in my other ear.

      “I CAN’T HEAR!” I shouted.

      “I DON’T RECKON MUCH TO THIS SONG!” Kenny roared. And we all heard that because the song had suddenly finished, and the room was dead quiet. Kenny went as red as a ripe tomato.

      “Actually, I don’t reckon much to it either, Kenny.” Tom grinned at us. “I think we’ll drop it, guys. What do you say?”

      “Hey, I wrote that song!” said Dan, the drummer, indignantly.

      “Tom’s right, man,” said Liam, who’s the lead singer and quite cool (even though I’m not into boys much).

      “Nah, I think we should keep it.” That was Jack, the other guitarist.

      “Oh, great, Kenny,” Frankie said. “You’ve split the band up before they’ve even done their first gig!”

      Kenny shrugged. “Well, that song was rubbish!”

      “The lead singer’s quite cute,” Fliss said dreamily.

      “Better watch out, Flissy.” Kenny elbowed her in the ribs. “Or Ryan Scott will be getting jealous!”

      “So, girls, has Lyndz been telling you how it feels to have a superstar for a brother?” Tom came over to us, still carrying his guitar.

      “Who’s that then?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

      “Funny!” Tom slapped me on the back. “Wait till I’m a famous rock star. I won’t give you a ride in my flash car, or on my private jet!”

      “Oh, I’m dead upset!” I said, punching him on the shoulder.

      Fliss was looking worried. “What if his band does become famous, Lyndz?” she whispered anxiously. “You’d better be nice to him.”

      The others started giggling, but Fliss really was serious!

      “Yeah, Fliss is right, Lyndz,” Tom said with a grin. “You can start by buying me a really cool present for my birthday – a sports car would be great!”

      “What’s up, Lyndz?” Frankie asked, as Tom went back to join the rest of the band. “You’ve suddenly got a face on you like a totally wet weekend.”

      “I forgot Tom’s birthday was coming up,” I said, biting my lip. “And I’ve just gone and spent all my money on new riding gear. I haven’t got enough left to buy him a prezzie.”

      “I don’t think he really wants a sports car!” Rosie said.

      “I can’t even afford to buy him a card with a picture of a sports car,” I sighed. I couldn’t believe I’d been so daft. I’d been saving for ages, and I really needed new jodhpurs and a riding hat. But if I’d remembered Tom’s birthday was coming up, I could’ve waited a bit longer. “I could kick myself.”

      “I’ll do it for you, if you like,” Kenny joked, trying to cheer me up.

      “Hey, brilliant idea alert!” Frankie whispered suddenly.

      “I’m not borrowing any money from you lot,” I said firmly. “It’ll take me ages to pay it back.”

      “It’s not that.” Frankie beckoned to us, and we all went into a huddle, like an American football team. “We could design a website for Tom about his band, and put it on the Net as a birthday СКАЧАТЬ