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      “We could do, like, a questionnaire thing for each member of the band,” Kenny suggested eagerly. “You know: what’s your favourite food, what’s your favourite colour, that kind of stuff.”

      “That’s a great idea, Kenny,” I said, scribbling it down on my notepad. We’d all rushed off to my bedroom to plan the website, and we were looking at some of my old copies of Popstar magazine, to get some ideas.

      “How are we going to ask things like that without them getting suspicious?” Rosie wanted to know.

      “We’ll just have to be really clever about it,” I replied. “Anyway, Liam, Jack and Dan have been Tom’s mates for years – I already know quite a bit about them.”

      “We ought to find out their star signs too.” Fliss pointed to a page in Popstar magazine, headed Star Horoscopes.

      I wrote that down as well. “This is such a cool idea, Frankie,” I said gratefully. “Tom’s going to be well pleased.”

      “And best of all, it won’t cost any cash!” Kenny said with a grin. “Hey, shouldn’t we have some photos of the band on there too?”

      “Yeah, good idea,” Frankie agreed. “Have you got that camera your dad bought, Lyndz?”

      I nodded.

      “What about a film?” Fliss asked.

      Frankie grinned. “It doesn’t need one,” she said.

      Fliss, Kenny and Rosie stared at her.

      “Don’t be daft, Francesca,” Kenny said. “You can’t take pictures without a film!”

      “You can if it’s a digital camera,” Frankie explained. “My dad’s got one. The camera takes the picture, and then you connect the camera to your computer, and you can see the photo on the computer screen. Simple.”

      We were all dead impressed.

      “You know, Frankie, you’re in serious danger of turning into a computer nerd!” Kenny said, giving her a shove.

      “What, instead of a football nerd like you, you mean?” Frankie retorted, swiping her round the head with a rolled-up copy of Popstar.

      “OK, what else?” I asked, looking at my list. But before anyone could say anything, my mum yelled up the stairs that tea was ready.

      “Liam, Jack and Dan usually stay for tea when they come round to practise,” I told the others, as we clattered down the stairs. “So we can find out loads of stuff for the website.”

      “And remember, we don’t want them to guess what’s going on,” Kenny instructed us. “So play it dead cool. Right—Aaargh!”

      Kenny had jumped down the last few stairs into the hall, and landed on the rug, which skidded on the polished wooden floor. Kenny skidded along with it, and ended up in a tangled heap in the kitchen doorway. The rest of us nearly died laughing.

      “Great entrance, Kenny!” Tom called. He and his mates were already sitting at the kitchen table, scoffing Mum’s spaghetti.

      “Yeah, that was dead cool, Kenny!” Frankie whispered, hauling her to her feet.

      We all crammed in round the kitchen table. It was lucky my oldest brother Stuart was out with his girlfriend, and Dad was still at work, or we’d never have fitted. I noticed that Fliss nearly knocked Frankie and Rosie over so that she could grab the seat next to Liam – she really had it bad!

      “I like your shirt, Liam,” Fliss said brightly, as Mum started heaping spaghetti on to our plates. “Is blue your favourite colour?”

      Liam looked a bit surprised.

      “Well, yeah, I guess so,” he said.

      Fliss immediately started pulling faces at me, and raising her eyebrows.

      “OK, OK,” I muttered, quickly writing Liam – blue on my notepad. I’d brought it down with me, and had it hidden on my lap.

      “What’re you doing, Lyndz?” Mum asked. Why do parents always seem to have eyes in the backs of their heads?

      “Nothing,” I said, hiding the notepad under a corner of the tablecloth.

      Kenny turned to Tom. “What’s your favourite colour then?” she asked.

      “Er – purple,” Tom replied, looking as if he thought Kenny had gone totally mad. OK, maybe they all thought we were a bit strange, but we carried on until we’d found out all their favourite colours!

      Then Rosie started off again. “Mm, I love spaghetti,” she said. “It’s my favourite food!” She stared hard at Jack. “What’s your favourite food?”

      By the time we’d scoffed Mum’s toffee apple pudding, we’d found out loads of stuff! I think Tom and the others couldn’t wait to get away from us and our endless questions though, because they legged it back into the garage as soon as they’d finished their pud.

      “What are you girls up to?” Mum asked suspiciously, as she cleared the dishes away.

      “Nothing,” we all chorused.

      “That always means something.” Mum raised her eyebrows at us. But luckily Spike threw his plastic bowl of yucky yellow baby food at Buster just then, so we were able to make our escape.

      We decided that next we’d take some photos, so I got the digital camera, and Frankie showed us how to work it. It was totally brilliant. You took a picture, and then the camera showed you how it looked, so you could decide if you liked it, or if you wanted to take another one before you put it on the computer.

      “OK, leave all the talking to me,” Kenny told the rest of us, as we dashed downstairs again with the camera.

      “Yeah, don’t forget to play it cool!” Frankie teased, as Kenny stepped carefully over the hall rug.

      “Won’t the band think it’s a bit weird that we want to take their photos?” Rosie asked.

      “I told you, leave all the talking to me,” Kenny said breezily. “We can say that Fliss is in love with Liam, and she’s dying for a photo of him.”

      “Don’t you dare, Kenny!” Fliss squealed.

      Tom and the band didn’t look that thrilled to see us, when we all piled into the garage again. I guess we were starting to get on their nerves a bit.

      “Don’t mind us,” Kenny called, beginning to snap away with the camera as if she was some sort of newspaper photographer. “We just want to get a few pictures, that’s all.”

      “Why?” asked Liam.

      Fliss turned pink, and hid behind Rosie, in case Kenny dropped her in it.

      “Oh, no reason,” Kenny said, still СКАЧАТЬ