Mentally shrugging my internal shoulders as I realised my solitary thoughts were about to be broken. By of all people Mandy.Mandy? I hear you ask? An ...ld friend from the past. I’d known her through a car club we were both members of. Her husband had been somewhat of a geek about cars and had the ability to reach ‘boring’ status in about the same time as our cars could take to accelerate to sixty miles an hour.Mandy however was different, if slightly unfortunate. Nature had been kind in the. Can you play this one?"Hope took the book from her and quickly looked over the notes, nodding."Yes, I think so. I take it Marcus knows this one already?" Oh, yes. This is an old favourite of ours." 'Enter Sandman'?" Marcus asked, drawing a withering look from Shawna."I want to sing, not screech," she told him. "Johnny B Goode." Oh." He smiled, turned up the amp, and began to play. Hope struggled to keep up in places, but managed it with a growing grin. Marcus was note perfect all the way. There were four coming to me, three for a week each, the last for a fortnight. The first three were the usual lads being sent out by their tutors to anywhere that would take them, but the last form caught my eye. It was from a young woman by the name of Katie, who was very keen on my line of work (unusual in itself) and who wanted to find out more about it. She was 18 years old, lived in the next town to the one I work in, and seemed to know what she was about.The first three weeks passed. "When in doubt," Dave gave a final piece of advice, "Just do a dance. Perform. Be silly."One more deep breath, and Dave hoisted John up, out of the car, and onto his hind legs.It felt like he was plunged into a giant pressure cooker. He could feel the gazes of the surrounding people suddenly latch onto him. Each one staring. Judging."Look at me, kid." Dave hissed.John did, gasping through his nose. Look at Dave. Look at Dave.It was like a great holy aura surrounded Dave, shielding him from the.