Beginnings

swipe across Ash's face.
'I'd love to.'
Where on earth had that come from I didn't want to spend my evening being leered at by this
jerk.
But I did want to spend the evening with Ash.
And that is what it all boils down to isn't it
The smile she bestowed on me actually illuminated the whole room. Whatever doubts I
harboured were all sent whistling into the wind.
Not the experience you were expecting, is it No. Well I haven't got to that part yet … give me
time.
**************************************************************
We arranged to meet inside the Student's Union at seven thirty, and at seven fifteen, I was
nervously waiting outside, plucking up the courage just to go in.
For the tenth time I smoothed down my top and ran my hands along my jeans. For the tenth time
I licked my lips bringing them to shine. For the tenth time I tried to make my breathing slow
down, as I imitated a cross between an asthma attack and a panic attack.
And a little bit of hyperventilating for good measure.
Finally, I entered the lobby to be greeted by the smell of pot. As it drifted up my nose, images of
me sprawled on the floor, after falling off the stage, danced about in my head.
I felt my face burn up. Christ … it had only been two weeks ago. I hoped no one would
remember …
'Look … it's Agnetha!'
Shit.
I felt my face burn again, and smiled weakly at the group of lads seated around the stage. The
same group of lads who I had landed on two weeks previously.
I think.
I made my way to the bar and tried to hide in the darkest corner. Hopefully my face would return
to a more natural sheen after I had been served my coke by the truly inept bartender who was
more likely better equipped to serve chips in Mac Donald's … or not … as he would definitely