She dropped her bag in the dry mud as the car drove away. She looked back to see its number plate disappear behind the trees, her last chance we driving away from her at about 35 miles an hour. She turned back to the stage. Of course, her brother had booked the driver too early well her brother's assistant.

Of course it was that evil, vindictive women who always screened her brother's calls. Picking up her suitcase and Marc Jacob's bag, she walked towards the stage where she recognised someone.

"Aunty Dee-Dee." She cried with her British accent

"Arabella. Gosh haven't you grown. Good when we the last time we spoke." Dee-Dee smiled at the young woman in front of her.

"It… It was the Twickenham match. When I played Bedstone. Man that was a great match."

"So how's Hugo?" the older woman questioned

"I really don't need to hear about my Goddaughter's boyfriend." sounded her Uncle Brown

"Well is nearly eighteen. Off to Cambridge this one." Dee-Dee smiled with pride

"I always thought see wanted to be a Rockstar like her dear old Uncle Brown. Isn't that right Anniebella."

"Well…I sort of…I don't…I can't" pausing to collect her thoughts "I don't play or sing as a career anymore. I think the reality of Jason's life rather made me want to find a career where I knew I could have the normal lifestyle. I do not want my kids being brought up through that. Lord knows it annoys me and I'm only his sister."

"When was the last time you saw Jason?" Dee-Dee enquired

"It would have to be Christmas day, Boxing day he flew out to Japan. He forgot to tell me so I kind of charged a load of things to his card." she said sorrowfully. "But it was funny, his face of video chat. I swear, nothing funnier." she began to laugh.

"Last time you spoke?" Brown asked

"April. When ever I phone him I get screened." she smiled as if it was nothing. "I suppose I should be used to it by now. It has been what? Five years. Yeah I should be used to it."

"Annie that isn't something anyone should be used to. I can't believe he has attended a single one of your tournaments." Dee-Dee raged,"He's busy living his dream. Anyway, I will soon be living mine. Our paths will rarely cross, except for in the boardroom. Did you know that some of my designs have been chosen for next summer?" trying to change the subject.

"No. God that is Major Annie" Dee-Dee began "Do you want to follow into your mother's footsteps?"

"Not really, I think it just because I want to be involved on all levels of the business, which was the whole point of the Work-experience I've been doing for the last couple of summers. Anyway, I am taking Law with History and Politics. I'm going to work for the CPS."

"Crown Prosecution Service. I can see that." smiled Brown "The wig, the grown, the God Save the Queen malarkey. Yeah I can see you doing that."

"Well a lot of Rugby Players wives and girlfriends are lawyers."

"What that affectionate little word they use in the press for you guys?" Dee-Dee asked

"Scrummies, they're all independent and I like that. So much better than a WAG." she smiled "Well hadn't we better get this crap into my cabin. How early am I?" she questioned

"About three hours." Brown smiled "Oh by the way I have been meaning to ask you something, would you mind terribly being a Camp instructor? You see the girl who was supposed to take the Production class had dropped out so Nate taking over that. So I was wondering if you would mind taking over the Song writing class."

"We thought seeing you've been writing since you could talk. You'd be the perfect candidate"

"Ok, I can hear the desperation in your voice. I will do it. It'll give me an excuse to get back into my music again. I tell you being gifted and Talented isn't easy. The school's expectation as you are the top academic performer is horrible. In addition, the Sport and the Drama. It is killing. It had to go on the back burner for a while."

"Well great, fantastic. I suppose your want us to take this stuff to the counsellor cabin then."

"Well yes please?" smiling she followed her two of her Godparents to the responsibilities that lay ahead of her.

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Well I better go, Red-Nose day tomorrow in the UK which means I as a prefect have to control a bunch of rowdy kids for the teachers and Sixth-formers. Yeeeaaa. Well I suppose it's all in the name of charity.

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