The Rock 'N' Roll Diaries

The music room was on the third floor. He stood in thedoorway and marvelled. Burt had every type of instrumentimaginable.“Is that a Bouzouki?” Egg said, stepping into the roomin wonder.“Egg, I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”Egg paced across the cluttered room and extracted thestringed instrument from its wall mounting. He hitched uphis leg, settled his foot on the piano stool and began to fingerpick. A sharp metallic sound emanated from the instrument.Burt’s eyes widened.“It’s Greek! From the lute family!” Egg said, unable tostop playing.“I don’t give a shit where it’s from, Egg, but you really canplay the fucker.”Burt – 18th SeptemberI have an immaculate reputation. The looks, the clobber,the gang of loyal followers and a fleet of badass cars todrive (found the new hiding place for the keys Dad! Youreally are a dickhead). I’ve been voted ‘fittest male’ everyyear since I started secondary school. So why the fuckdoesn’t Bex want to get with me? It’s not even logical.The auditions are today! Mum’s been away for two monthsand gets back tomorrow for two days. I reckon that’s apiss-take. She hasn’t even bothered to ask me what Iwant for my sixteenth fucking birthday that’s been and21