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Chapters (63)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. The Last Stage
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. 1995
  7. 2017Meredith
  8. One Year LaterMeredith
  9. Graeme
  10. Meredith
  11. Meredith
  12. Graeme
  13. Pete
  14. Meredith
  15. Meredith
  16. Meredith
  17. Meredith
  18. Meredith
  19. Meredith
  20. 1983Meredith
  21. Present DayEmad
  22. Present DayEmad
  23. 1983Meredith
  24. 1983Meredith
  25. Present DayMeredith
  26. Meredith
  27. Meredith
  28. Pete
  29. Pete
  30. Pete
  31. Gemma
  32. 1983Meredith
  33. 1983Meredith
  34. 1983Meredith
  35. Present DayMeredith
  36. 1984Meredith
  37. 1984Meredith
  38. 1984Meredith
  39. 1984Meredith
  40. Present DayGemma
  41. 1992Meredith
  42. Present DayGemma
  43. 1995Meredith
  44. Present DayGemma
  45. 1995Meredith
  46. Present DayGemma
  47. 1995Meredith
  48. Present DayGemma
  49. Pete
  50. Meredith
  51. Pete
  52. Graeme
  53. Emad
  54. Meredith
  55. Meredith
  56. Meredith
  57. Gemma
  58. Meredith
  59. Gemma and Emad
  60. A year laterMeredith
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  63. Copyright

He didn’t know about me and Samantha yet either. I decided I’d cross that bridge when I came to it too; and that would depend entirely on whether she deigned to put in an appearance at the gig. She’d better, I thought. She’d been away at Greenham for the past three weeks, but she knew it was our first – I’d made her write the date down in her notebook last time I saw her.

It would be a lot for Pete to take in, but I didn’t like lying to him and I felt bad that we were already so distant from one another.

‘So will you come?’

‘I’d like to, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to afford the train. And how do I get to your place from Waterloo?’

I tutted. ‘It’s not hard. Just get the Tube. We’re a one-minute walk away from Willesden Green station. You could always hitch up if you can’t afford the train.’

‘Hitchhike?’ Pete sounded appalled, and I rolled my eyes.

‘God, Pete, grow a pair! It’s how we all get around.’

Samantha did, anyhow. She never went to Greenham by any other means, unless someone gave her a lift.

‘Mez, you mustn’t! It’s so dangerous. Mum would have an eppy.’

‘Oh, put a sock in it, Pete, it’s fine. Look, I’ve got to go, I don’t have any more ten pences. Just aim to be there between one and three on Friday. We have to go and set up and soundcheck about four.’

I just had time to give him the address, directions from the tube and the name of the pub in case he was late, then the beeps went, and the line was dead. I wasn’t convinced he’d really come, but I hoped he would. I missed him.

And I wanted him to see me fronting the band. After my initial nerves, I loved being the lead singer. I became someone else in front of that microphone. I’m sure a psychiatrist would have had a field day with it, but it was as if all my grief and rage at Dad’s death channelled itself into my voice and out through the speakers.

‘Woah,’ Marsh had said, the first time I screamed out one of the more militant protest numbers we’d written, staring at me as if seeing me for the first time. ‘You’re terrifying.’

I beamed. I felt like I was seeing me for the first time too.