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Next chapter's longer.

Jazzie's mother was really funny, single –she didn't have any rings in her fingers- and she was clearly in love with her kids. She was surprise I didn't know McFLY too, and she started talking about them as if they were the greatest band ever. A fantastic mother really, Jazzie was very lucky…

I don't remember my mum. I only remember when she said goodbye to me, I was 6. Her face is a dizzy memory, which unfortunately is fading away slowly as I grow up. Before she left, she came to me and smiled with sadness. She put down the two bags she was carrying and hugged me. "Dont let them get to your heart, baby" was all she said. I didn't know what she was doing, I just hugged her back. I thought she was just going to the market; she was going to be back in not more than 20 minutes in my mind… But she never came back. Then my father burned the few pictured we had of her and I learned to not mention her ever again unless I wanted to start a big, painful fight.

The car stopped and I woke up confused, I hadn't realized I fell asleep, though I still felt tired… This whole thing of having a completely new life and forget all you have ever known was hard and I was carrying great pressure somehow. The fact that I had many bad dreams lately wasn't helping neither; I had been sleeping few hours since the last 2 months, even before I moved here. AND I still wasn't use to the type of food here so I wasn't eating as much as I should. Because of all this, I was more weak and tired that I'd ever felt.

"This is Wembley Arena" Jazzie said as we stepped out of the car. Her mum didn't come with us, she had to go to work, but this wasn't a problem to us, Jazzie seemed to know the place perfectly, every single door, every single stair. The guard at the door didn't even stop us to ask us anything, instead he said 'hi Jazzie'.

The building was huge and beautiful. This band had to be really bid here to be able to fill this place.

Jazz and I were running up and down, I had no clue where we were, but she had a smile on her face and didn't hesitate any moment. The moment we got to the stage, I stopped, but she went on and hugged a guy with a bass.

7 more people were there: two tall, fat guys, who looked like guards, a cute guy sitting behind the drums, a blond one sat by a huge black marvelous piano, another one sitting on the floor with such a cool guitar and two girls, one looked my age, and one looked a little bit older than 20.

"I thought you weren't coming" the one with the bass said.

"Sorry we are late, it's mum fault" Jazzie said.

"What do you mean we?" he looked around and saw me standing there quietly.

I looked at him straight in the eyes, his gorgeous blue eyes. It's a little trick I had been taught by my father to intimidate people so they would stop staring at me… But this time I wasn't doing it for that reason, I was trying to see every inch on his face. I've never been… Normal… But I'm still a girl and I'm 17, and this boy… Oh, guys, this boy was just so… So.. So indescribable.

Yes, Dougie Poynter, you are really something.