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pink painted fish, while I tried to pick out as many bits of blue tissue as I could. Ellie called out to me a few times but I pretended I couldn’t hear. Then Monty B came over.
    â€œHi, Frankie,” he said. “Like the hair! Shame you weren’t ready this morning but it was great to see your mum and Sara after so long. I suppose your dad was still in bed – having a lie-in.”
    â€œHe doesn’t live at home any more,” I mumbled, my face burning up. I don’t even know why I said it. There was just something about the way he came out with stuff, like we were still neighbours and nothing had changed.
    â€œBummer,” he said. “Because last time I saw him, before we moved out, he said I could borrow his guitar.”
    â€œ What? ” I couldn’t believe he was for real. “Do you mean you came round to my house at nine o’clock on a Saturday morning because two years ago my dad said you could borrow his guitar?” I wanted to grab hold of him and shake him. He was so annoying.
    â€œWell it was a pretty cool guitar,” he said. “But that’s not the real reason I came over.”
    Miss Howell stormed back into the hall before I could ask him what he was on about. She looked around the room, frowning.
    â€œRight, listen up, guys; we’ll have to start the session on the stage. It’s not ideal, I know, but it’s the best we can do at the moment.”
    â€œOh my God,” said Neesha, holding her nose. “Did you find Arthur, because I swear it’s minging in here?”
    â€œNo, of course I didn’t find him,” Miss Howell said, running her hand through her hair. “You didn’t think he was going to stick around after leaving the hall like this, did you, Neesha? He’s probably in Timbuktu or somewhere by now!”
    Up on the stage, we all sat in a circle. Miss Howell took a big piece of paper out of her bag with CAST written at the top and everyone stopped talking.
    â€œQuick, Mandy, put me out of my misery,” Monty B groaned. “Be honest, I can take it. Am I Sabine or not?”
    â€œEr…not, Monty B,” she said, laughing. “But I’m glad you asked because I was just about to say that I really hope you’ll all be happy with your parts. Remember what I said before the auditions – everyone in a production is important no matter how big or small your part is.”
    My tummy lurched over suddenly, like when you go on a really scary ride at the fair and I stared down at the floor.
    â€œOkay, let’s get started. Catharine – you’re going to be Sabine,” said Miss Howell, smiling at Catharine. “Well done.”
    Catharine looked thrilled and everyone gave her a clap. I knew she deserved it because she’s a brilliant singer and it was obvious I wasn’t going to be Sabine, but still I couldn’t help feeling gutted.
    â€œThis is amazing ,” said Catharine, her eyes shining so brightly it looked like she was about to cry. “I really, really wanted to be Sabine but I didn’t think I was going to get it.”
    â€œWell, I did want to be Sabine to start with,” said Sam, tossing her blonde curls. “But then I changed my mind because it’s not actually the biggest part, is it?”
    â€œNot as big as your head,” said Monty B, and I nearly burst out laughing.
    Sam made a face at Monty B and Miss Howell finished reading through the rest of the cast list, explaining that anyone who didn’t have a main part was going to be either a Sweet-Dreamer or a Jelly-Skull.
    â€œI’ve written the name of your character on the top of your scripts so you’ll see who you are in a sec when I hand them out.”
    She passed round the scripts and everyone started to talk at once.
    â€œI can’t believe I’m Gobstopper. I’d better get used to acting really nasty!”
    â€œI’ve got to text my mum! She