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Charlotte’s mind was a whirl for the next few days. She found her thoughts drifting between Dortz, the guy she’d met in the bar and Fiona, Emma’s older sister who had kissed her and made her cum later that night. On Monday morning, she sat in the school art room with her two new friends, Emma and Deirdre, and relived the weekend with them. Occasionally, they did some sketches of the stuffed duck that stood forlornly on the desk in front of them. Deirdre was describing how she’d had to sneak a very inebriated Emma into her house, while Emma just sat there, looking sheepish. “Did you get home ok? Fiona didn’t bore you to death with her stories of how cool art school is?” “No,” Charlotte managed to reply. She desperately hoped she didn’t blush as she tried to nonchalantly brush off further inquiries. “So will you see Dortz again?” Emma’s face peered intently at Charlotte. “He’s very cute.” Charlotte blushed, relieved at last to have a distraction from all the talk of Fiona and a proper excuse for the reddener she could feel creeping up her neck. The post-mortem on the weekend continued over lunch as they discussed the bands they had seen. “Emma was in a band once,” Deirdre giggled. “No way? Tell me more.” Charlotte was really interested. She’d been messing around with the guitar for a couple of years and could play a few Cure songs but had never had the nerve to play in front of anyone before and the thought of standing up on stage terrified but also intrigued her at the same time. She summoned up the courage and told her new friends she played the guitar too. It turned out Emma played bass and had been in a band with a couple of boys from the school down the road. There was a practice room in the community centre you could hire for a couple of quid and they provided the amps and a drum kit and everything. “We should form a band.” Both Emma and Charlotte turned to stare at Deirdre, who hadn’t shown any interest in the musical conversation up until that point. “I’d be the singer, obviously.” Deirdre continued. “Obviously,” Emma laughed, “since you can’t play anything.” “I’ll woo them with my presence and beauty,” Deirdre laughed, sweeping back her hair and dancing like Siouxsie Sioux around the table. That night, alone in her bedroom, Charlotte strummed along as she sang the lyrics to the Cure song, ‘Just like Heaven’ and imagined standing on stage. Being in a band would be fun, she reasoned, even if it was just the three of them singing covers of Cure songs. They’d need to get a drummer though. Charlotte made a mental note to ask Emma tomorrow about who was the drummer in her band. The next morning, as soon as Charlotte walked into the art room, Deirdre held up a piece of paper. Charlotte looked at it. It was a black and white drawing of three silhouetted figures, all backcombed hair, short dresses and boots. She looked at the writing underneath. “The Whirling Dervishes?” “I was just messing about with some cover art.” Deirdre blushed. “I like it,” Charlotte grinned. “But more importantly,” she looked at Emma. “Who was the drummer in your band?” It turned out the drummer had been a few years older than them and he’d left a few months ago to go work on the building sites in London. “We Bostancı Escort could ask around and put a notice up in the music room in the centre.” Charlotte nodded. She knew no one in the town apart from Deirdre and Emma so couldn’t make any suggestions. That evening, Charlotte brought her guitar around to Emma’s. Deirdre was already there and the three of them practised a couple of Cure songs until they were finally in time and in tune. Charlotte was pleasantly surprised at how good Deirdre’s voice was and how well she could sing. Deirdre quickly found her role as the driving force behind the band. It was her idea to try a mellow, slowed down, almost ethereal version of ‘Just like Heaven.’ Deirdre’s haunting voice was supported by Charlotte’s soft picking of the chords and Emma’s slow mournful bass track. The Whirling Dervishes first practice session was rudely interrupted by Emma’s mum knocking on the door and informing them that since Emma’s little sister was going to bed, the music would have to stop. Friday night came round again and as they were getting ready, Charlotte nonchalantly asked if Fiona was about. But Emma informed her Fiona was heading to London for an interview for art college on Monday. She would be spending all weekend panicking and rearranging her portfolio for the seventeenth time. Charlotte did her best to hide her disappointment and was soon distracted when Dierdre announced that she might have a drummer. Charlotte felt her interest grow as Deirdre explained who he was. He was the same age as them and went to the boy’s grammar school down the road. He was a Curehead too. Deirdre blushed a little when she said both she and Emma had gone out with him in the past. “So if I go out with him, he’ll have been with the whole set?” Charlotte giggled and had to duck as Emma threw a can of hairspray at her.Charlotte looked around as they entered The Alleyman’s Bar. It was dingy and the walls were plastered in old music posters. There were heavy metal, pop and country music posters with no discernible theme or genre. Emma saw her looking at them and told Charlotte that the owner got them from the local record shop and put up whatever the record shop gave him. Deirdre ordered three pints of snakebite and blackcurrant and while she waited for change, Emma put some money in the cigarette machine to buy a packet of Marlboro Lights. Charlotte noticed there weren’t as many alternative people as there had been in Derry the week before but a local band was going to play a bit later and at least Joy Division was playing over the PA system.They were on their second pint when a couple of guys walked up to them.“Alright Deirdre, how’s it going?”“Hey, Fergal.” Deirdre threw her arms around the taller man and hugged him while giving him a peck on the cheek. When she’d disentangled herself, she turned and introduced him to Charlotte.It turned out that Fergal was the potential drummer and Charlotte could see why Emma and Deirdre had both gone out with him. He had the most amazing blue eyes, high cheekbones and long full eyelashes. Charlotte found herself staring at them as he smiled at her and asked her how she was finding life in Strabane Bostancı Escort Bayan so far.Deirdre butted in and explained to Fergal that they were looking for a drummer. She described the band; their name, that their musical influences ranged from Siouxsie and the Banshees to The Cure and back again and that Charlotte was the guitarist and she was the singer. He smiled at Charlotte and said he’d love to help them out with getting started but he couldn’t guarantee how long he’d be around. School was breaking up in a couple of weeks and he might head off to London to look for a summer job. They agreed that he’d book a practice slot and let them know when the first proper rehearsal was.After he was gone, Deirdre was buzzing and despite the band being a pretty average pub band, Charlotte really enjoyed herself. As they walked back home, all the talk was on their new band and what songs they’d play.Wednesday evening came and Charlotte and Emma carried their guitar cases down the road towards the community centre. Deirdre had her ghetto-blaster and a compilation tape with all the potential songs for cover versions. As they turned the corner, they heard the hiss of static and an English accent calling out a car registration number.“Just hold it there, girls.”The order was polite but definitely an order. The three of them stopped and waited. A soldier with his machine gun strapped across his chest approached while two other soldiers covered them from vantage points on either side of the street. “They’re guitars,” Emma snapped sourly at him before he had opened his mouth. He shrugged and unslung the machine gun and held it in one hand while he told them to put the cases on the ground.“Open them.” Charlotte and Emma reached down and unclipped the flight cases and lifted the lids. Charlotte’s pride and joy, an imitation black Les Paul guitar sat in the red velvet-lined case. The solder barely glanced at it before moving to look at Emma’s black bass guitar with the IRL car sticker slapped across the body. Emma rolled her eyes in anticipation of a remark about the sticker but he just nodded and told them to carry on. The girls quickly closed the cases and hurried away from the patrol.When they got to the Community Centre, Fergal was already waiting for them in the rehearsal room. He’d the drums set up and was tapping the sticks against his thigh as he read the latest edition of NME.Deirdre handed him a piece of paper with the names of the four songs they’d been practising over the past week and talked him through the sound she wanted. Fergal politely listened then suggested the three of them started the song and he’d join in with what he thought would suit best.Emma nodded in agreement and started up the bass line to ‘A Strange Day’, the standout track for Charlotte from the Pornography album. Fergal brought a loud pounding tomtom beat to complement Emma’s bass line and Charlotte slowly picked her way through the lead guitar solo. All three of them watched Deirdre as she stepped up to the microphone.Deirdre seemed to move in a trance as she sang. She gripped the mic stand and closed her eyes and Charlotte decided haunting was really the Escort Bostancı only word to describe her voice. When they’d finished, Fergal suggested they run through it again and he had a few suggestions for each of them to try things a little differently. By the end of the session, Charlotte was buzzing. It had gone much better than she’d thought and Deirdre was already scribbling down lyrics for a new original song. Fergal said goodbye to everyone and waved a cheeky salute at Charlotte before heading out the door. As soon as he was gone, both Emma and Deirdre turned on Charlotte. “Whatever you do, don’t go out with him. It’ll only wreck the band when you two split up.”“Jesus, you really are the optimistic sort. We’ve barely said two words and you already have us getting together and splitting up again.””No, seriously. We both know he’s drop-dead gorgeous but don’t do it, for the sake of the band.”Charlotte reluctantly agreed and the three of them headed through the now deserted streets back to their houses.“Oh, by the way,” Emma announced, just as Charlotte was at her front gate. “Fiona got into Central St Martins. She’s over the moon. I said we’d help her celebrate on Friday.”Charlotte and Deirdre both agreed and she went inside, just in time to hear her Dad tell them all about the latest scandal at the knicker factory.Friday night and Fiona chauffeured the three friends like before. As Charlotte watched the band, she saw Dortz in the melee, dancing, his fringe flopping from side to side as he danced from one foot to the other. He looked as cute as the last time she’d seen him and the memory of her giving him a handjob in the alleyway made her blush.Their eyes momentarily locked across the dance floor before the dry ice machine kicked in and the room filled with smoke. He appeared through the mist and smiled, his head cocked to one side.“Fancy seeing you here,” he grinned. “I thought you’d been kidnapped.”“Sorry, no, just exiled in Strabane.” She grinned back at him, biting her bottom lip as she took a step closer.He wrapped his arms around her, lowered his head and kissed her. They played tonsil tennis as their tongues swirled. Charlotte felt herself melt into him as they kissed. She felt him guide her towards the hard plastic chairs that dotted the perimeter of the room. They slipped into two empty chairs in the corner and continued to make out.Dortz’s hands slid over Charlotte’s laddered tights as he edged his fingertips under the hem of her skirt. Charlotte relaxed a little when she realised no one could see what he was doing. His other hand was wrapped around her shoulder with his body shielding her from view.He kissed his way along her jaw, forcing her to tilt her head back. She felt his teeth on her earlobe as he whispered how much he’d enjoyed her wanking him off the week before. His hand was on her inner thigh now, fingers thrust between her legs. She spread her legs a little wider to give him the access he needed and moaned softly, biting her lip as his fingers brushed the gusset of her purple satin knickers.She knew he wouldn’t be able to get through the layers of nylon and satin but squirmed as his fingers teased her. She felt his stubble rubbing against her neck and sighed as she felt her knickers get damp. She nodded in agreement to his whispered offer, “Do you want to go outside?”She surreptitiously tugged her skirt down as she stood up and followed Dortz down the winding staircase and out into the back alley, unaware that several people had noticed her leaving.
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