The Rock 'N' Roll Diaries

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He froze and turned slowly back towards the voice, his facescarlet. “Oh, I … I forgot something.”“What?” Burt said leaning on the door-frame casually.“Er… My guitar.”“I told you yesterday I have loads of guitars. I haveeverything.”“Yes, I can see that.” Egg relaxed a little and nodded at themansion. “It’s very nice.”“It’s yours for 3.3 million.” Burt said, smiling. “Come in.Let’s get on with it.”Inside the house Egg felt as though his neck was made ofrubber. Taking in the wealth was exhausting; the china vases,the decorative mirrors, the plush rugs and the ornate pieces ofantique furniture. <strong>The</strong> stairway that dominated the entrance androse up to the first floor was at least five times wider than hisstairs at home. He shook his head and followed Burt along along marble corridor to a kitchen. Except it didn’t look likeany kitchen Egg had ever seen. It was huge. A massive squareisland work-surface stood in the centre of the room, with lots ofshiny pots, pans and kitchen utensils hanging over it on metalhooks. On the other side of the room in the bay of the enormousdouble windows was the dining area with a beautifully carvedround table at its heart. Sitting at the table was a tiny figure; agirl of about nine or ten, with loads of wavy hair and blue plastic-framedglasses. Her presence was completely unexpected.“Hi,” said the girl.“Hello, I’m Edward but everyone calls me Egg,” he replied,rooted to the spot.18
She smiled, her eyes fixed on him with intense curiosity.“You don’t look like Burt’s usual friends. Do you want a drink?”“Oh OK. Water please.”“Don’t fuss over him Mills. We’re here to talk importantbusiness.”“Music business?” she said skipping to the double-doorfridge.“How could you possibly know that?”“I read stuff on your laptop,” she said, filling an elegantglass from a magic dispenser.Burt shook his head. “How many times do I have to tellyou? That’s private. Can you not read it please?”Millie handed Egg the water. “Are you the best musicianin the school?”“I wouldn’t say that!”“What instruments can you play?”“Well. Let me see.” Egg smiled for the first time. “I play thepiano, guitar, violin and tuba to a pretty high standard. I alsotook tabla lessons for a while, which is an Indian percussiveinstrument. I think I could probably play most instruments tobe honest. You see if you master a wind, percussive, stringed,plucked, plonked and bowed instrument you pretty muchhave all bases covered.”Millie let out a burst of laughter. It was infectious and Eggsnorted some of his water back up. Immediately mortified, hestared at the floor.“All right, Egg, she didn’t ask for your life story. Do you wannacome and check out the music room?” Burt said impatiently.19
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