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Charles, in his Chuckie Chunder persona, was growling, wailing, whispering and shouting. He intertwined his lyrics and complex guitar chords into the steady but exhilarating beat. The sports hall had never heard the like - and neither had Saffron.
‘This totally rocks!’ Claire shouted into her ear.
‘Is that really your brother,’ moaned Abigail. ‘He’s soooo cool’. Saffron had to admit that her friend was almost right. Usually
when Charles was practising at home she went and hid in her bedroom. A really obsessive musician, he never seemed to play a song from start to finish, but sat around playing the same set of chords over and over again in different tempo and texture till it almost drove his listeners crazy. As much fun as listening to a dripping tap. Well, thought Saffron, he sure doesn’t sound boring tonight.
The band settled into a second number with a much funkier sound. The audience stopped gawping and started dancing. Someone turned the hall lights down. Coloured lights rotated on a panel next to the stage - beams reflected off the mirror ball and split into thousands of glowing gems which transformed the dull, sports hall into an exotic cavern. Curls of smoke drifted and spiralled across the stage and caught in the rainbow beams of light.
Stragglers were still coming through the wide double doors, so the girls stayed at their tables and watched the crowd.