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Charlotte took a deep breath and opened the door of the music shop. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s the week before Christmas. I quit!”Charlotte had to step aside as a very disgruntled man with an angry red face barged his way out of the shop. The owner, who had been on the receiving end of the tirade just put his head in his hands and cursed quietly.“Um… er… Hi…” Charlotte began. He looked up.“Please say you are here with the money to buy your guitars back.”Fuck, Charlotte thought. This really wasn’t going the way she’d hoped.“Um, well, you see, Dave. I’ve only managed to save up fifty quid which isn’t quite the amount you need, but I was hoping we could maybe agree to a payment plan or something?”Charlotte flashed what she hoped was her killer smile and fluttered her eyelashes.Dave just rolled his eyes.“For fuck’s sake, Charlotte. You’ve had three months. Maybe if you weren’t propping up the bar in the Alleyman’s every weekend, you mightn’t have drunk all your money and you might actually have been able to pay for the guitars.”“Yeah, well it’s hard to save up when you don’t have a job.”The fact Charlotte hadn’t bothered looking for a job was by the by. Dave didn’t need to know that.“Well, if it’s a job you need. You can work for me. Neil’s just walked off so I need a general dogsbody.”Charlotte looked around and shrugged. “Why not.”Charlotte found working in the music shop was a real laugh. Once she’d come to terms with the fact that Dave was a grumpy fucker, they got on really well. The work itself was fun. She hadn’t realised how many people came in to buy guitar strings, plectrums or leads. As well as that, there were always plenty of people looking at the range of new and second-hand guitars adorning the walls, drum kits, bodhrans and all sorts of other instruments.The first thing Charlotte did after accepting the job was to take down her guitar and Emma’s bass from the display and store them in the back room. They had agreed that half her wages would pay off the debt over the next few months but still give her some drinking money.Dave had decided that Charlotte’s musical education was sorely lacking so insisted on playing different songs on the shop’s sound system every time there were no customers in.“OK, so who’s this?”Charlotte listened as the drums and guitars kicked in. She liked the sound, the choir boy voice singing about teenage kicks sounded good, but as to who it was, she had no idea.“Dunno,” she giggled. “They sound Irish. Are they U2?”The look of disgust on Dave’s face was priceless.“They are The Undertones. From only ten miles down the road in Derry. John Peel’s favourite band. He thought the song was so good, he played it twice in a row.”Dave stared at Charlotte’s blank look.“You do know who John Peel is?”“Yeah, isn’t he the DJ on Radio One?”“You, my dear, are a goth philistine. I will make it my mission to ensure you know more about music than just The Cure by the time you leave here.”“Fine,” retorted Charlotte. “But I’d just like to point out that I grew up in Liverpool. I’m not sure if you’d recognise The Lightning Seeds for example.”“You mean the guy who sings Pure. Yeah, I know them.”“Oh, fuck off. Alright then. Educate me.”And with that, Dave spent the next four hours giving Charlotte a potted history of alternative music. She had to concede that there was a lot of good stuff out there. She left work that evening with a selection of LPs in her bag as well as the bass and guitar. She was determined, now that they had made up with Deirdre, to get the band back together.She spent the evening in her room with her guitar. She bahis siteleri hadn’t realised just how much she had missed it until she had it back again. After removing the old strings to clean and polish the shiny black body and neck, she’d restrung it and began picking her way through the solo to ‘Just Like Heaven.’Dave had played her the Dinosaur Jr cover version of it and she’d conceded that it sounded really good. This had resulted in Dave playing other Dinosaur Jr songs like Freak Scene, Budge and Pond song until she agreed that she would listen to the whole album.She began strumming along to Freak Scene as the vinyl record spun on her hi-fi. It was pretty easy really with a simple D, Em and A sequence for the verses and a shift to E and F#m for the chorus. After a couple of spins, she reckoned she had it and was just trying to work out the lead guitar riffs when her Mum shouted up that Emma was at the door.A millisecond later, after a quick knock on the door, Emma burst in and plonked herself on the bed.“Oh my god, you got the guitar back?”Charlotte grinned and went and got Emma’s bass from the corner of her room.“Happy Christmas.”“But.. but.. How?”“You’re looking at the newest employee of Dave’s Music shop.” She did a mock curtsey.Charlotte outlined how the day had panned out and how she wanted to reform the band, excitedly telling Emma how Dave had started her ‘re-education programme’ as he had called it.Emma nodded at the record player. “Is that part of it?”“Yeah. I was thinking we might do a cover of it. Maybe branch out a little.”“We still need a drummer. Have you slept with any lately?”The pillow hit Emma right on the face and the two of them broke down in fits of the giggles.The next evening, Charlotte, Deirdre and Emma stood in the rehearsal room at the community centre. The drum kit sat unoccupied in the corner but the three girls decided they may as well get back up to speed before auditioning for a replacement for Fergal.Two hours later, the girl left, buzzing after a really good rehearsal. Charlotte had played the music she had come up with to fit with the lyrics Deirdre had written for their first original song and once Emma’s bass line had come in, the three of them had decided it was a winner.Christmas came and went in a blur. Charlotte and her parents had travelled down the country to visit relatives and Charlotte’s head was in a whirr with the number of cousins, aunts and uncles she was introduced to. They all remembered her but she had no idea who any of them were. Everyone seemed to have some smart remark or other about vampires or no shortage of funeral attire and Charlotte seethed at the bunch of culchies in their checked shirts or polo shirts and jeans dressed up like some farmer’s army.The first evening back in Strabane, Charlotte headed to the Alleyman’s in the hope of meeting up with the girls or even just anyone who wasn’t going to talk about tractors or the price of fertilizer.She was only in the door when she bumped into Dave who wished her a Happy Christmas and bought her a pint. His band was performing and Charlotte ended up sitting on the deck, adjusting the lighting rig during their set. The band’s music tastes were unsurprisingly rather different to Charlotte’s but she was really shocked when she recognised one of the songs. She sat and swayed along as Dave sang the lyrics to ‘Like a Hurricane,’ a song Charlotte knew from the Mission’s album, The First Chapter. She mentioned after they had finished how surprised she was that Dave was playing a goth song and suddenly felt very sheepish when he exploded with canlı bahis siteleri laughter. “Oh, Charlotte. We really do have to do something about your musical education. That was Neil Young, not The Mission.”She really enjoyed the evening. Dave was a lot less grumpy sitting in the bar after their set than he was at work. The rest of his band were also in their forties and regaled her with tales of going to gigs during the darkest days of the Troubles and how the bar they were drinking in had been bombed twice back in the early 70s.Eventually, they headed home, with Dave’s final words ringing in her ears, “Don’t be late for work tomorrow. It’s the first day of the Christmas Sales.”The first day of the Sales was quiet. By lunchtime, she’d sold six plectrums and one set of violin strings. She wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck and zipped her coat up as far as it could go. The winter cold seeped under the door and Charlotte wasn’t sure if she could feel her toes anymore.She glanced up when the door opened. A woman with black hair and a white streak down one side walked in, looking around like she was surprised to be there. Charlotte straightened up on her stool and was just about to ask if the woman needed any help when the door opened again and Fiona bounded in.“Hey, Charlotte. Happy Christmas.”Charlotte leapt off the stools and ran around the counter to give Fiona a hug. Fiona swirled her around then dropped her back down again and turned to the other woman who was standing watching with a slight smile on her face.“Miss Paula, this is Charlotte.”Charlotte took a step back from Fiona and turned to say hello. She was surprised by Miss Paula’s appearance. She was quite old. She had wrinkles around her eyes and her lips looked like she had spent a lifetime sucking on cigarettes. She wore a thick layer of white foundation and the bright red lipstick made her look like the Joker from the Batman film.“I see. You were right, she is cute.”The woman had a very posh English accent which seemed so out of place in Strabane. Charlotte glanced at Fiona and was thrown by the look of eagerness on Fiona’s face, like she was being praised for Charlotte being cute.The woman slowly walked around Charlotte. Charlotte swallowed. She felt like she was being inspected. The clip of the woman’s heels on the wooden floor echoed and Charlotte hoped Dave wouldn’t come back from his lunch break while this inspection was going on.Charlotte felt the woman’s fingers brush a strand of hair away from her neck and felt so exposed. Her finger traced the line of CHarlotte’s jaw then tilted Charlotte’s head up so she was looking into Miss Paula’s eyes.“Fiona has told me all about you, Charlotte. How you are such a needy little slut. I look forward to finding out just how needy you are for myself very soon.”She removed her hand and turned to Fiona.“Come on then, let’s go and check-in at the hotel.”Fiona went to follow her then turned to Charlotte.“Miss Paula has decided to get a room at the Fir Trees rather than stay at the house. It gives us a bit more privacy. Talk later.” And with that, Charlotte watched, open-mouthed, as the two of them left the shop and headed up the road.Charlotte couldn’t wait for her shift to finish so she could find out what was going on from Emma.She didn’t have to wait that long. Emma rushed into the shop barely ten minutes later.“Oh my god… did you see her? What the fuck is Fiona playing at? She looks older than our mother? Do you think she’s her teacher or something?”The questions only stopped when Emma paused to draw breath. Charlotte shrugged. “I canlı bahis dunno. She seemed a bit creepy. I thought she was staying with you lot?”“Yeah, she was supposed to be. Fiona has been on edge since yesterday. Anyway, she arrived. Had a cup of tea in the kitchen, then announced that she couldn’t put my mother to any trouble and she had a room booked in a hotel. She and Fiona left and we haven’t seen them since. Fiona said she was going to call in here to see you.”“So, why was she creepy? Was it the Cruella De Vil vibe?”Charlotte blushed. She didn’t want to tell Emma how the woman had basically undressed her with her eyes and told her she was looking forward to using Charlotte like some needy little slut  later so she just told her that Fiona had said they were staying at the Fir Trees hotel.Charlotte and Emma spent the next hour practising songs using the guitars in the shop. Charlotte had to stop every so often to deal with a customer but it was pretty quiet and they had a couple of new songs pretty much worked out by the time it came to closing time. They looked up at the sound of the door opening but kept playing when they saw it was just a girl who Charlotte thought was in the year below them at school. She stood looking at the cymbals before selecting a pair of drum sticks.Charlotte put her guitar down and moved behind the counter.The girl nodded at Emma and the guitars. “Are you in a band?”Charlotte nodded.“Kinda. We lost our drummer.”The girl smiled.“You sound quite good. If you need a drummer, I could help out.”“You’re a drummer?”The girl nodded and walked over to the drum kit Dave had set up in the corner. She played a rapid drum solo using the snare and tom-toms while her feet pounded the bass drum and high hat. It was loud and fast and really good.She stopped and shrugged. “I’m not really into the depressing goth shite but I liked the sound of that song you were practising. I’m Jenny, by the way.”“Hi, I’m Emma. So what are you into then?”Emma had stood up and moved closer to join in the conversation.“I love the Jesus and Mary Chain, and the butthole surfers and The Clash and anything really with a bit more of a beat. I mean, if you watch Topper Headon, he beats the shit out of that kit.”Charlotte and Emma glanced at each other.”Um, who’s Topper Headon?”“Oh for fuck’s sake. You goths know nothing. He’s in the Clash.”All three girls turned to look at Dave who had come into the shop unnoticed while they were talking.“Alright JJ. Have you broken your sticks again?”“You know me, Dave. If I get a week out of them, I’m getting value for money.”She turned to the girls. “If you’re serious about needing a drummer, give me a shout.”Jenny paid for the drumsticks and headed off. Once Dave told them that he’d lock up, Charlotte and Emma were out the door like a shot. Charlotte thought about Jenny. She had looked like one of her culchie cousins when she had walked in, all flat top, checked shirt and jeans but Charlotte could tell she was a pretty decent drummer. Emma agreed and suggested she talk to Deirdre and try and get Jenny down for a practice session as soon as possible.Once home, Charlotte headed upstairs to change. She was so unsure about what was going to happen. The arrival of Miss Paula had changed Fiona and Charlotte wasn’t that keen on being forced to spend time with her when Charlotte wanted Fiona to herself. She stripped and put on her favourite black lace bra and matching panties. She took the pair of fishnets that Fiona had given her last summer and pulled them up her legs. She loved the feeling when Fiona’s fingers had traced the fishnet pattern until she reached the elasticated stocking top. Charlotte couldn’t help sliding her fingers between her legs, over the lace crotch, as she remembered how Fiona had kissed her way up her inner thigh.

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