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“It was totally fab to get your email,” I went on.

“We think you should definitely go for it, and start your own Sleepover Club,” Frankie added.

“You can get lots of info off our website,” Fliss tapped in, “and we can give you loads more. We’re the experts!”

“And take no notice of your parents,” Kenny instructed, “because
we
don’t!”

Fliss typed our names at the bottom, and then hit the Send button. A few seconds later we got a message saying that our email had gone.

“Isn’t it totally cool to think that our letter’s already on its way to America!” Rosie said. “It’s loads quicker than phoning.”

“Yeah, I can just see The Olds letting us phone the States,” Kenny said, bouncing on to the bed. “They’d have a mega fit!”

“We’re lucky we got a chance to use the computer at all,” I remarked, as I switched everything off. “Tom’s been using it every day since we got it. It’s only because he’s rehearsing with his band that we got a go today.”

“What band?” Frankie asked.

“Oh, Tom’s started this band with three of his mates,” I replied. “They practise in our garage.”

“Your brother Tom’s in a pop group?” Fliss’s mouth fell open. She looked dead impressed.

I nodded. “Yeah, didn’t I mention it?”

“No!” Rosie looked really impressed as well. Honestly, anyone would think it was
Westlife practising in our garage! “What’re they called?”

“Aztec,” I replied.

“Uh?” Kenny
didn’t
look very impressed. “That’s well boring. They could have called themselves something really cool – like The Sleepover Club, ha ha!”

“Let’s go and check them out,” Frankie suggested.

“Yeah, let’s get their autographs now, and when they’re famous, we can sell them for mega-bucks!” Kenny chortled, jumping off the bed and heading for the door. We all followed, and tried to shove through at the same time.

“Ow!” Fliss yelled. “That was my foot you trod on, Kenny!”

“Last one down loves Ryan Scott!” Kenny shouted, racing for the stairs. Ryan’s in our class at school, and Fliss is in love with him anyway, so she didn’t mind being last!

We charged into the kitchen, where my mum was making spaghetti and tomato sauce for our tea. Spike, my baby brother, was in his playpen (his name’s Sam really,
but his hair sticks up in this cute little spike at the front), and Ben, who’s four, was playing with our mad dog, Buster.

“Mum, is it OK if we go into the garage?” I asked. “We want to listen to Tom’s band.”

My mum smiled. “Are you sure?”

“Why? Are they that bad?” Kenny asked.

“I haven’t a clue,” my mum replied. “Luckily Lyndz’s dad soundproofed the garage, so I don’t have to listen to them!”

“They can’t be
that
awful,” I pointed out. “I mean, they’ve got their first gig soon.”

“A
gig
?” Fliss squealed. She was so excited, I thought she was going to wet herself! “They’re actually going to be
playing
somewhere?”

I nodded. “There’s a disco at Tom’s school in a few weeks’ time, and the band are playing there. My dad fixed it up.”

My dad’s the head of the Art department at the local comp. Tom usually moans like crazy about having to go to the school where Dad teaches, but now he’s got a gig for the band out of it, he’s shut up!

“Come on then, you lot.” I went over to the connecting door, which led from the kitchen
into the garage. “Let’s sneak in and have a nose around.”

I pulled open the door, and immediately a wall of sound hit us.

“DON’T WANNA GO WITHOUT MY BAY-BEEEE! OH NO!

It was mega-loud.

“Shut the door, Lyndz!” my mum yelled, as Ben and Spike both began to bawl. “Now!”

“AWOOOOOOH!” Buster howled, joining in with the singing.

We all hurried into the garage and slammed the door behind us. The music was so loud, Tom and his mates hadn’t even noticed us come in. They were all bent over their instruments, shaking their heads in time to the beat.

Frankie nudged me. “Blah blah blah blah?” she said in my ear.

“WHAT?” I yelled back. I couldn’t hear a word.

“Blah blah blah BLAH!” Kenny said in my other ear.

“I CAN’T HEAR!” I shouted.

“I DON’T RECKON MUCH TO THIS SONG!” Kenny roared. And we all heard
that
because the song had suddenly finished, and the room was dead quiet. Kenny went as red as a ripe tomato.

“Actually, I don’t reckon much to it either, Kenny.” Tom grinned at us. “I think we’ll drop it, guys. What do you say?”

“Hey, I wrote that song!” said Dan, the drummer, indignantly.

“Tom’s right, man,” said Liam, who’s the lead singer and quite cool (even though I’m not into boys much).

“Nah, I think we should keep it.” That was Jack, the other guitarist.

“Oh, great, Kenny,” Frankie said. “You’ve split the band up before they’ve even done their first gig!”

Kenny shrugged. “Well, that song
was
rubbish!”

“The lead singer’s quite cute,” Fliss said dreamily.

“Better watch out, Flissy.” Kenny elbowed her in the ribs. “Or Ryan Scott will be getting jealous!”

“So, girls, has Lyndz been telling you how it feels to have a superstar for a brother?” Tom came over to us, still carrying his guitar.

“Who’s that then?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Funny!” Tom slapped me on the back. “Wait till I’m a famous rock star. I won’t give you a ride in my flash car, or on my private jet!”

“Oh, I’m dead upset!” I said, punching him on the shoulder.

Fliss was looking worried. “What if his band
does
become famous, Lyndz?” she whispered anxiously. “You’d better be nice to him.”

The others started giggling, but Fliss really
was
serious!

“Yeah, Fliss is right, Lyndz,” Tom said with a grin. “You can start by buying me a really cool present for my birthday – a sports car would be great!”

“What’s up, Lyndz?” Frankie asked, as Tom went back to join the rest of the band. “You’ve suddenly got a face on you like a totally wet weekend.”

“I forgot Tom’s birthday was coming up,” I said, biting my lip. “And I’ve just gone and spent all my money on new riding gear. I haven’t got enough left to buy him a prezzie.”

“I don’t think he
really
wants a sports car!” Rosie said.

“I can’t even afford to buy him a card with a
picture
of a sports car,” I sighed. I couldn’t believe I’d been so daft. I’d been saving for ages, and I really needed new jodhpurs and a riding hat. But if I’d remembered Tom’s birthday was coming up, I could’ve waited a bit longer. “I could kick myself.”

“I’ll do it for you, if you like,” Kenny joked, trying to cheer me up.

“Hey, brilliant idea alert!” Frankie whispered suddenly.

“I’m not borrowing any money from you lot,” I said firmly. “It’ll take me ages to pay it back.”

“It’s not that.” Frankie beckoned to us, and we all went into a huddle, like an American football team. “We could design a website for Tom about his band, and put it on the Net as a birthday surprise. What about it, guys?”

“We could do, like, a questionnaire thing for each member of the band,” Kenny suggested eagerly. “You know: what’s your favourite food, what’s your favourite colour, that kind of stuff.”

“That’s a great idea, Kenny,” I said, scribbling it down on my notepad. We’d all rushed off to my bedroom to plan the website, and we were looking at some of my old copies of
Popstar
magazine, to get some ideas.

“How are we going to ask things like that without them getting suspicious?” Rosie wanted to know.

“We’ll just have to be really clever about it,” I replied. “Anyway, Liam, Jack and Dan have been Tom’s mates for years – I already know quite a bit about them.”

“We ought to find out their star signs too.” Fliss pointed to a page in
Popstar
magazine, headed
Star Horoscopes
.

I wrote that down as well. “This is such a cool idea, Frankie,” I said gratefully. “Tom’s going to be well pleased.”

“And best of all, it won’t cost any cash!” Kenny said with a grin. “Hey, shouldn’t we have some photos of the band on there too?”

“Yeah, good idea,” Frankie agreed. “Have you got that camera your dad bought, Lyndz?”

I nodded.

“What about a film?” Fliss asked.

Frankie grinned. “It doesn’t need one,” she said.

Fliss, Kenny and Rosie stared at her.

“Don’t be daft, Francesca,” Kenny said. “You can’t take pictures without a film!”

“You can if it’s a
digital
camera,” Frankie explained. “My dad’s got one. The camera takes the picture, and then you connect the
camera to your computer, and you can see the photo on the computer screen. Simple.”

We were all dead impressed.

“You know, Frankie, you’re in serious danger of turning into a computer nerd!” Kenny said, giving her a shove.

“What, instead of a football nerd like you, you mean?” Frankie retorted, swiping her round the head with a rolled-up copy of
Popstar
.

“OK, what else?” I asked, looking at my list. But before anyone could say anything, my mum yelled up the stairs that tea was ready.

“Liam, Jack and Dan usually stay for tea when they come round to practise,” I told the others, as we clattered down the stairs. “So we can find out loads of stuff for the website.”

“And remember, we don’t want them to guess what’s going on,” Kenny instructed us. “So play it dead cool. Right—
Aaargh!
”

Kenny had jumped down the last few stairs into the hall, and landed on the rug, which skidded on the polished wooden floor.
Kenny skidded along with it, and ended up in a tangled heap in the kitchen doorway. The rest of us nearly died laughing.

“Great entrance, Kenny!” Tom called. He and his mates were already sitting at the kitchen table, scoffing Mum’s spaghetti.

“Yeah, that was dead cool, Kenny!” Frankie whispered, hauling her to her feet.

We all crammed in round the kitchen table. It was lucky my oldest brother Stuart was out with his girlfriend, and Dad was still at work, or we’d never have fitted. I noticed that Fliss nearly knocked Frankie and Rosie over so that she could grab the seat next to Liam – she really had it bad!

“I like your shirt, Liam,” Fliss said brightly, as Mum started heaping spaghetti on to our plates. “Is blue your favourite colour?”

Liam looked a bit surprised.

“Well, yeah, I guess so,” he said.

Fliss immediately started pulling faces at me, and raising her eyebrows.

“OK, OK,” I muttered, quickly writing
Liam – blue
on my notepad. I’d brought it down with me, and had it hidden on my lap.

“What’re you doing, Lyndz?” Mum asked. Why do parents always seem to have eyes in the backs of their heads?

“Nothing,” I said, hiding the notepad under a corner of the tablecloth.

Kenny turned to Tom. “What’s
your
favourite colour then?” she asked.

“Er – purple,” Tom replied, looking as if he thought Kenny had gone totally mad. OK, maybe they all thought we were a bit strange, but we carried on until we’d found out
all
their favourite colours!

Then Rosie started off again. “Mm, I love spaghetti,” she said. “It’s my favourite food!” She stared hard at Jack. “What’s
your
favourite food?”

By the time we’d scoffed Mum’s toffee apple pudding, we’d found out
loads
of stuff! I think Tom and the others couldn’t wait to get away from us and our endless questions though, because they legged it back into the garage as soon as they’d finished their pud.

“What are you girls up to?” Mum asked suspiciously, as she cleared the dishes away.

“Nothing,” we all chorused.

“That always means
something
.” Mum raised her eyebrows at us. But luckily Spike threw his plastic bowl of yucky yellow baby food at Buster just then, so we were able to make our escape.

We decided that next we’d take some photos, so I got the digital camera, and Frankie showed us how to work it. It was totally brilliant. You took a picture, and then the camera showed you how it looked, so you could decide if you liked it, or if you wanted to take another one before you put it on the computer.

“OK, leave all the talking to me,” Kenny told the rest of us, as we dashed downstairs again with the camera.

“Yeah, don’t forget to play it cool!” Frankie teased, as Kenny stepped carefully over the hall rug.

“Won’t the band think it’s a bit weird that we want to take their photos?” Rosie asked.

“I told you, leave all the talking to me,” Kenny said breezily. “We can say that Fliss is in love with Liam, and she’s dying for a photo of him.”

“Don’t you dare, Kenny!” Fliss squealed.

Tom and the band didn’t look that thrilled to see us, when we all piled into the garage again. I guess we were starting to get on their nerves a bit.

“Don’t mind us,” Kenny called, beginning to snap away with the camera as if she was some sort of newspaper photographer. “We just want to get a few pictures, that’s all.”

“Why?” asked Liam.

Fliss turned pink, and hid behind Rosie, in case Kenny dropped her in it.