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answer; Kathy was grinning from ear to ear.
    “Good news. Definitely good news. Which would you like first, the good news or the gooder news?” Kathy laughed at her own joke.
    “Hey, this is my office. I do the comedy routines in here.”
    “Can’t say I’d noticed.”
    “Cheek! Go on, what’s the good news?”
    “I’ve got four tickets for the hottest show in town.”
    “Four? So, that’s one for you, one for Peter, one for Lizzie and one for Mikey?”
    “No, it’s not a kids’ thing. The tickets are for me, Pete, you and Jack.”
    “Tickets for what?”
    “I’ve already told you; it’s the hottest show in Washbridge. These tickets are like gold dust.”
    “According to you. What is it?”
    “You’ll thank me when I tell you.”
    “If you ever get around to it.”
    “You know Ultimate Factor, right?”
    “Is that that awful talent contest on TV?”
    “There’s nothing awful about it. It’s the top rated program across all the networks.”
    “It’s still rubbish.”
    “How would you know? Have you ever watched it?”
    “I don’t need to watch it to know it’s rubbish. It’s a talent contest. All the acts in talent contests are rubbish.”
    Oh bum. What had I just said?
    “Have you forgotten that Lizzie regularly enters talent contests? Are you saying she’s rubbish?”
    “No, no. Of course not. That’s different, obviously. I just meant TV talent contests. Anyway, what’s this got to do with the tickets you’ve bought?”
    “They’re for Ultimate Factor Live. The top acts from the previous year’s show go out on tour, and they’re coming to the Washbridge Arena.”
    “Washbridge Arena?” I laughed. “Don’t you mean the Astoria?”
    “They’ve renamed it. It’s now the Washbridge Arena.”
    “It’s not even an arena. It’s just a poky old theatre.”
    “Well, anyway, Ultimate Factor Live is coming there, and I have four tickets.”
    “I don’t want to go, and Jack certainly won’t.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong. He’s totally up for it.”
    “Please tell me you didn’t go to Jack behind my back.”
    “I knew if I asked you first, you’d say ‘no’.”
    “So, you did go behind my back?”
    “See, when you say it like that, it sounds bad. Did you know that Jack is a big fan of Ultimate Factor?”
    “He watches all kinds of rubbish on TV. I usually go into the other room to listen to music. Classical, obviously.”
    “Which composer?”
    Oh bum! Quick, think of a composer! “Bach.”
    “Bach, eh? What in particular?”
    “I like all his stuff.”
    “Stuff? I’m not sure Bach wrote stuff .”
    “Anyway, when is this show?”
    “In a couple of weeks.”
    “Great. Can’t wait.”
    “You do know who won last year’s Ultimate Factor, don’t you?”
    “How would I know. Was it a performing gerbil?”
    “Now you’re just being stupid. You should know—you could have been one of them.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Do you remember Lizzie’s first talent contest?”
    How could I forget? “Yeah?”
    “We saw them perform there—The Coven.”
    “You mean those three women in the sparkly leotards?”
    “That’s them. Didn’t you say they’d asked you to join them?”
    “Yeah, they did.”
    “Looks like you missed a golden opportunity there. If you’d joined them, you’d be a superstar now. They must be making a packet what with the tour and the TV appearances.”
    “Are you sure we’re talking about the same people?”
    “Yeah, they won by a landslide of votes.”
    “How?”
    “People love them. They especially like the bit at the end of their routine where they get down on one knee, then jump up and say—”
    “We. Are. The Coven.”
    “Yeah. That goes down a bomb.”
    “They wanted me to be the ‘The’. If I’d agreed to join them—”
    “You would have been rich and famous now.”
    “Well, that’s depressing. And that was your good news, apparently. What’s your gooder news?”
    “First, you must promise