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Tom,” Kenny added.
    “No worries,” Tom said, still gazing at the disk as if he thought it was going to vanish into thin air or something. “Oh, this is cool. Now I can get the posters out on Monday. Thanks, girls.”
    We slipped out of his bedroom, and grinned at each other.
    “I know it’s not my turn, but can we have our sleepover here next Friday night?” I asked the others. “I really want you to be here when I show Tom the Aztec website.”
    “Sure, no problem,” everyone agreed.
    “Hey, aren’t the band playing at the comp that Friday night?” Rosie asked.
    I nodded.
    “Wouldn’t it be great if we could go along and see them?” Fliss suggested.
    Well, everyone went wild at that idea, so of course, I had to go and ask my dad, didn’t I? He wasn’t sure at first, but we all promised to be really good and not get in the way. In the end he said he could sneak us backstage so that we could see the gig, but then we had to go straight home. Cool or what?
    So there we all were on Friday night, crammed in backstage at the school hall, watching Tom and his band playing a whole load of songs at the disco. We even managed to have a dance, although Kenny’s attempt at break-dancing wasn’t too successful – she nearly broke one of the stage lights!
    It was really weird to see
my brother
on stage being a popstar, but it was great too. Everyone seemed to like them – they clapped and cheered for more, which was a bit awkward because the band only have about six songs, so they had to sing some of them again.
    We were having a great time, so we didn’t really want to go home when Dad came to fetch us. But we’d promised to go without a fuss, so we all went back to my place and gotinto our jim-jams, and my mum made us some hot chocolate. Then we went up to bed, and had our midnight feast. Tom didn’t get back till after twelve, because the disco went on quite late, but we were still up, waiting for him. When we heard him come into the house, we rushed into his bedroom and put the computer on. Quickly we linked up to the Internet, and found the Aztec website. Frankie’s dad had put it on the Net that morning.
    “Happy birthday!” we all chorused, as Tom walked into the room.
    Tom blinked. “Hey, I thought you lot’d be asleep ages ago,” he grinned. “Did you enjoy the gig?” Then he spotted the computer screen and blinked again. “What’s that?”
    “Your birthday present,” I said proudly. “And it’s after midnight now, so it really is your birthday!”
    The website looked so great. Mr Thomas had done everything we asked him to, and where he’d changed things, he’d made them better. Everything was on there: the info about the band, the photos, the horoscopespage and the list of songs, as well as the poster.
    “Do you like it?” I asked anxiously, as Tom scrolled through the pages.
    “Lyndz, it’s brilliant!” he said, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it. “It’s the best present I’ve ever had!”
    “That’s lucky,” Kenny whispered in my ear, “after all the hassle we had!”
    Well, that’s about it for now. Everything turned out OK, and we didn’t even get into any big trouble this time round. Cool or what?
    Well,
we
didn’t get into any trouble, but our American friends Darlene, Barbie, Jennie and Shannon did. Shannon’s mum was showing her clown ornament to a friend, when its hat fell off and hit her on the toe! Now Shannon and the others have been grounded, and told they can’t have any more sleepovers. So they’ve emailed us asking how they can change their parents’ minds. We’ll be able to give them loads of advice – after all, we’re experts at getting ourselves into trouble, and experts at getting ourselves
out
of it too!
    See ya soon!

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