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Two weeks later; an April evening

The backstage area is filled with people tuning up instruments, giggling, shouting and knocking things over. The curtain goes up in an hour on this shambles. I cannot wait for it to be over.

I glance at the running order that is pinned to the wall. I'm sure within a matter of minutes of opening we'll be off schedule. This is going to be a long night. At least Lily has volunteered to have a party at her house. Her mother, actually taking an interest in Lily's school life (why now I do not know), said she'd be happy to let us use the house. More fool her.

I feel slightly strange thinking about Lily. I'm glad we made up, of course. I hadn't realised just how badly I missed her until she came back into my life properly. We're getting on better than we have done in months - maybe even better than since before we started dating. I could almost pretend that the last year of our friendship could be ignored and we could start over... Except there have been a couple of odd moments. Last weekend we went out clubbing and drinking, and when we came back we stayed at mine. We were both quite drunk, and we fell into my bed as we always used to do. We curled up together, and things became a little... odd. Nothing happened, of course. But it still felt... strange. The next day we acted as normal, so perhaps Lily doesn't even remember it. We were rather drunk, after all.

All in all, though, the last two weeks have been great for me. Perhaps the best fortnight I've had in a while, this stupid show aside. Tez and I - Well. It continues to amaze me how he makes me feel. Lily and I are talking and actually spending time together. I don't like it that Tez and Syl seem to be getting on much better, but I won't tell him not to spend time with her. That seems counterproductive, and anyway, he does seem happier when Syl isn't angry with him, loathe though I am to admit it. I don't think Tez likes how much time I've spent with Lily lately, but he can hardly begrudge me having a friend.

I find a quiet place to sit - well, as quiet as I can with all this nonsense going on - and wait for this farce to be over.

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