the phone to Dad after she and I have been talking together, but this time we both forgot, probably because weâd wound each other up about my scholarship.
My heart raced as I listened to the ringtone.
âOh hi, Dad.â
âHello, Mee.â Dadâs always called me Mee for as long as I can remember. âGlad you phoned back. Thought I must have done something wrong when Mum rang off without passing you over.â
âSorry, Dad. I donât know why we both forgot. Mum said you got my text about me getting through to the next round of the Star contest.â
âYes, we certainly did! I was just about to text you actually, but you know what Iâm like with texting. Takes me half an hour to write two words! Yes, well done for the contest. What a star!â
I laughed, then swallowed and took a quick breath. âDad, I was just trying to remember a song on one of your CDs.â
âOh good! Iâm glad someone appreciates my taste in music.â
âI canât remember who the singer is, but I think the songâs called âIs Anyone There?ââ
ââIs Anyone There?ââ he repeated slowly, and I could practically hear his brain ticking over. âHang on, Iâll have a look. Not so many to look through now, though. I went a bit mad clearing out when we had the living room redecorated, and I took quite a few CDs down to the Oxfam shop⦠Letâs see⦠Tell you what, Iâll ring you back. Itâll be quicker if Iâve got both hands free.â
My heart was beating really quickly and I felt all tense and anxious while I was waiting for Dad to phone back. What if he found the song? What would I do? Who would I tell? I couldnât find any answers because the questions were too big.
In the little practice room I started playing my own song, the more upbeat one Iâd started to write when I thought it was going to be me and Georgie singing together. Iâd spent ages working on it earlier in the day, changing loads of the words. Iâd called it âMy Best Friend and Meâ. Georgie had come tiptoeing into the practice room after about an hour to bring me a hot chocolate, and sheâd dramatically whispered, âDonât speak, Mamma Mia,â as sheâd put it on the cupboard by the piano. âDonât even say thank you. Itâll break your concentration!â
Good old Georgie.
Iâd changed the style of the original song to make it slower and gentler than before, but it was still more upbeat than âTime to Say Goodbyeâ and although I knew the speedier tempo would probably add to my nervousness when I came to perform it, I definitely wanted it like that. I just didnât seem to be able to stop giving myself new challenges.
There was a lot more left to do with the song though. I had to improve the arrangement until I felt completely happy with it, and then sing it over and over until I could do it in my sleep, because that was the only way Iâd be confident enough to perform it the next Saturday. Thinking about that now made a big twang of nervousness ping through me, but it vibrated with excitement too and I knew it was a good kind of nervousness.
I was so into singing the song that I completely forgot about Dad phoning, so it gave me a massive jump when my phone suddenly started to ring.
âHi, Dad.â My heart was racing again.
âHiya, Mee. No luck, Iâm afraid. Canât find that title anywhere. Can you give me any other clues? Was it a solo artist or a band or what?â
I frowned as something struck me. Maybe âIs Anyone There?â wasnât the real title. If Bella had changed the words to the song, she might have changed the title too.
âNot Gordon Lightfoot, the folk singer?â Dad was saying.
âI really donât know, Dad.â
âWhat do you want to know for anyway?â
âOhâ¦I just heard something which sounded