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Charlotte was standing at the sink washing the dinner dishes when her mum opened the kitchen door and told her that her friend was there to see her. Charlotte picked up the tea towel to dry her hands and smiled at Fiona as her mum shut the door and went back to watching tv in the living room. “Do you want a cup of tea?”Charlotte filled the kettle without waiting for a reply and motioned for Fiona to take a seat while she busied herself getting mugs and the sugar bowl out of the press. “So… how’s Miss Paula?” Charlotte asked when the two of them were sitting facing each other across the kitchen table. “She’s amazing.” Fiona’s face broke into a huge grin. “I’m in love.”Charlotte nodded. “How’d you meet her?”“She’s my lecturer,” Fiona blushed. “Is that allowed?”“Probably not, but I don’t care. She’s amazing. I’d do anything for her.”Charlotte nodded again.“When do you need to go back to London?”“Not till the end of the week.”“Can I see you before you go? Properly, I mean. Just us two?”Charlotte reached over to take Fiona’s hand but Fiona moved it to hold her mug. “I’m sorry but Miss Paula said I wasn’t to. I’m not allowed to do anything without her permission. “Charlotte’s head whirled. “What? Permission?”Fiona nodded and smiled. “She said if I am to be one of her pets, I have to show obedience and restraint. She is going to control my orgasms from now on.”Charlotte shook her head in disbelief. “For fuck’s sake,Fiona. That’s taking the piss.”Fiona shrugged. “It’s not. She expects her pets to please her and pleasing her makes me so happy.”“But how can it make you happy?”“You wouldn’t understand.”“You’re right. I don’t. You used to be so strong and dominant. I’d have done anything for you.”“Well now you know how I feel. I will do anything Miss Paula asks me to do.”Charlotte sighed in frustration. Fiona stood up. “Thanks for the tea. I need to go. I just came round to tell you.”Charlotte walked her to the front door. “Just be careful, yeah? I don’t want you to get hurt.”Fiona reached up and stroked Charlotte’s cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”Charlotte stood watching Fiona go until she disappeared into the darkness before finally closing the door. Charlotte felt the buzz of excitement building as she approached the rehearsal room. She pushed open the door and was surprised to see Deirdre sitting on the drum stool while Jenny stood behind her, guiding Deirdre’s hands to play the drums as she called out the rhythm.“Do we have another new drummer then?” Charlotte laughed and Jenny grinned and told her that Deirdre had really good rhythm and could be the next Phil Collins. This made all three of them burst out laughing. Emma arrived just in time to ask what the joke was? Jenny told Deirdre to get out of her seat and plonked Ankara escort herself down.“Right, bitches, let’s get this song of Deirdre’s Perfect this time.”She tapped her drum sticks together four times then everyone started playing. As Deirdre swayed in front of the mike stand, Charlotte ran her eyes over the group. They really did sound good. She watched Deirdre turn and grin at Jenny as she sang the chorus, “So don’t you tell me I’m looking for attention when I’m throwing my arms in the air, I’m not waving, I’m drowning.”Charlotte picked out the solo while Emma plucked the bass track and Jenny used the snare and the high hat to keep time but they let Deirdre’s vocals soar above everything.As the last notes faded away, all four of them grinned at each other. Jenny did a drum solo bashing out a celebratory salvo in celebration.“Now that’s more like it. Let’s pick up the pace now.”She looked at Deirdre who nodded and turned to Charlotte. “Let’s do ‘A Strange Day.’ Loud pounding drums please.”Jenny grinned and bashed on the tom tom to beat out the refrain. Emma strummed the bass. Charlotte stood on the flanger and reverb pedals and let the chords distort through her amp. Charlotte was delighted. Jenny’s drumming seemed to tie them all together in a way that Fergal could never seem to manage.Two hours later, Jenny put her sticks down and suggested they call it a night.“You know, I was talking to Dave last night and he said he had a support slot free if we fancy..”She let the end of the sentence hang in the air. Deirdre and Charlotte exchanged glances but Emma jumped in. “Hell, yes. Let’s do it.”Charlotte shrugged. She wasn’t sure they were ready to perform on stage but when she looked at Deirdre and Emma’s hopeful faces, she laughed and agreed. “What the hell. Why not? I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”“Cool, so Friday week, the Whirling Dervishes make their stage debut.”“What, next Fiiday?” Deirdre looked panic stricken. “I thought you meant like in a couple of months.”Jenny just laughed and gave her a hug. “It’ll be ok. You just need to look absolutely fabulous and gorgeous to distract from the other two.Emma laughed sardonically but Charlotte couldn’t help staring at Deirdre. She and Jenny seemed to be getting very friendly all of a sudden. They all agreed that they’d need a few more rehearsals so Emma booked the room there and then.The next couple of weeks went by in a flash. Charlotte hadn’t really thought about it. It had been an abstract thought, performing on stage but at eight o’clock the following Friday night, it was suddenly very real. She stood turning up her guitar on the stage of the Alleyman’s. They were due to go on at nine o’clock but Dave wanted everything set Ankara escort bayan up well in advance so they wouldn’t be rushing and tripping over all his gear at the last minute. She leant her guitar against the amp and went over to join the rest of the band. Everyone looked amazing. Deirdre had found her Mum’s wedding dress and made herself look like the Bride of Dracula. Charlotte had been shocked to see her wear it but as Deirdre pointed out, it wasn’t like her Mum was going to need it again. Jenny’s hair was styled into a perfect flat-top and she was wearing a ‘Fuck politics, let’s riot’ tee shirt with an unbuttoned red lumberjack shirt and ripped jeans and boots. Emma had backcombed her hair to within an inch of its life and her face was a deathly white, contrasting with the heavy kohl eye makeup and the purple lipstick. Her mini skirt was so short that the hem of her black shirt almost hid it and the ripped laddered tights showed off her legs so well.Charlotte had channelled her inner Siouxsie Sioux and wore a black lace dress with matching long sleeved fingerless gloves, fishnet tights and her doc martens.“Alright girls. May I just say how fabulous you look tonight. Even if you sound crap, you’ll look good on stage.”“Oh fuck off, Dave.” Jenny threw a packet of peanuts at him while his dirty laugh echoed around their corner of the bar.“Seriously, girls. Good luck. I’ve heard you practise enough to know you sound no worse than most bands that have graced this stage so just go out and enjoy yourselves.”Charlotte took another swig of her cider. She was trying not to drink too much before going on but the nerves were starting to take hold. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not but the place seemed more crowded than usual. She just prayed she wasn’t going to make a tit of herself and swiftly downed the rest of her pint when Jenny announced it was time. Charlotte stood on stage. It hadn’t been so much strutting on to stage as clambering out of their seats and taking a couple of steps. She stood with her head down, not looking out, not looking at the crowd. She just watched and waited for Jenny’s drumsticks to click together four times and then they were off.Time flew. She knew the set lasted twenty minutes as they had rehearsed it over and over. They’d argued, discussed, changed and rearranged the set order so many times. They started with ‘Strange day’ as that was a nice easy one to settle the nerves and after much wrangling decided to have ‘Not waving but drowning’ as the second last and finish with a version of the Jesus and Mary Chain’s ‘Down on me’. As the last chord died away, Charlotte forced herself to look at the crowd. She saw people clapping and smiling and Escort Ankara when she turned back to the band, felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her as the adrenaline rush died away. They’d done it. They’d performed on stage and not totally bombed. They headed back to their table and began the post mortem immediately. Charlotte was buzzing now it was over. She went to the bar and as she ran her eyes along the shelves of bottles she got a rush of blood to the head and ordered a bottle of Carlsberg Special Brew instead of her usual cider. Within half an hour she was wasted. She had been too nervous to eat any dinner before she came out, and now, with the super strength lager swirling around her system, she was pissed. She remembered Deirdre telling Emma to get some crisps from the bar and the next thing she knew, the bar was closed and Jenny and Deirdre were trying to lift her to her feet. When she woke up the next morning, Charlotte knew she was a mess. She’d been sleeping face down on top of the sheets and when she rolled over, found that she’d got as far as taking one boot off before passing out. It was going to take too much effort to remove the other one so she limped her way to the bathroom where she was violently sick.By the evening she’d recovered enough to think about getting her portfolio together for the Art College interviews. She’d applied to both Belfast and London. Belfast had only ever been her backup plan in case London didn’t work out but ever since Fiona had brought Miss Paula over for Christmas, Charlotte wasn’t quite so sure that London and Fiona would be the adventure she’d thought it would be. She had an interview in London the following week, but first, she would be getting the bus to Belfast for an interview at the art college in York street on Friday. The interview was at twelve o’clock so she could get the bus up that morning and still be back that evening in time to meet everyone in the bar.She’d worn her best going out clothes to make the right impression at the interview and as she walked into the York street building, she really liked the vibe the place was giving out. Once the security guard had checked her name against the list, he directed her to the second floor where a line of chairs spanned the length of the corridor. There were already five or six people sitting there, all looking as nervous as she was. Things didn’t go so well once the interview started. There were two tutors, both looked to be quite old and close to retirement, and as they lifted each page Charlotte felt they weren’t even looking at them properly. As she saw a drawing that had taken her three days to finish getting picked up, glanced at and discarded in less than three seconds, she made a move to say something. The male tutor must have sensed what she was thinking because he explained that it might look like they are hardly glancing at her work but they know exactly what they are looking for.Then the woman took her glasses off and looked at Charlotte. “Do they teach you how to draw at your school?”

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