Vanity. Ares

allowed me to enjoy her company throughout those
years. Although, she had a six year old son called
Blake, a pesky terror I hated, as when I was
learning to play the trombone, which was what I
did a lot in Claire’s apartment, Blake would hassle
me and pull at my leg. Thankfully I was able to still
learn the Trombone, regardless, and within a year
or so after I’d moved in I started playing in a few
bands in Jazz bars in London. I learnt the
technique from the guy I bought it from also and
enjoyed playing it, although it did tire my lips.
Soon, I even started to tour Britain and the
world, with a Band called, 'Sordello'. But, not
before Claire had passed away; Yes on my
nineteenth birthday, as Claire was leaving KFC,
according to the police she was a eating a chicken
wing and holding the bucket and licking her
fingers — she was quite uncivilised, all the alcohol
I deemed — and as she crossed the road a brown
Vauxhall Tigra crashed into her and killed her on
impact. My emotions perhaps resembled upset; I
had a strange feeling in my stomach I could not pin
point upon hearing the news. Claire had eaten her
last wing...
But, the band Sordello was going on a tour,
funnily enough a few days after my nineteenth
birthday and the death of Claire. So I did go, but
left feeling a little unsure of myself; I don’t know if
I was distraught, no her Grandma was distraught.
Her Grandma quickly moved into the flat and
luckily I had the gig with the band and was going
on the tour across Europe, as Claire’s Grandma
hated me and told me to leave and that I was a
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