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Chapter 14
 
 
It was mid afternoon by the time the taxi left me off outside Jools' apartment. I wearily lugged my suitcase inside and up the stairs. I didn't expect anyone to be there. Jools had said she wasn't planning on coming back up from Devon until the weekend. I set my suitcase down at the top of the stairs and nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Cara!!" Jools squealed and came bounding across the room towards me and nearly bowled me over as she grabbed me and bear hugged me.

"Ummph!" I murmured. She eased up a bit, "Heya Jools, you nearly scared me to death there. I thought you weren't coming up until the weekend?"

She stepped back, pushed the hair out of her eyes and shrugged, "I was getting bored and wanted to get back up here. Lots of things to sort out and plans to make and all you know. And sure you said you weren't coming back up 'til the start of next week."

I grinned, "I guess I felt pretty much the same as you. Plus I had had enough of being at home. It was getting kind of restrictive."

"You'll have to tell me all about it," she insisted. And we made some coffee and sat down on the sofa. I told her all about the past ten days or so. She wouldn't let me leave anything out. Although I did leave out my shameful behaviour with Phil. We chatted for a few hours and she told me about her Christmas at home. Her parents had arrived in for a surprise visit. Which apparently was good, but then got bad as the trials of living with ones parents began to wear on both Jools and Beth. I could sympathise. We made ourselves a bite of tea. It was a freezer to microwave to plate job, but we were happy enough. After tea, it was down to business.

"Right Cara, I've been thinking about so many things."

"No kidding," I teased.

She grinned and shushed me, "The first major problem is your ID. I have racked my brains and done some research on this. You can change your name by a thing called a deed poll, but the problem is that to change your ID documents, you have to show evidence of your changed name. This could be a link to the past that could be exploited."

As she told me all this, I couldn't help but sit there with a smug grin on my face. Eventually she could stand it no more, "Cara! This is important you know."

I raised a hand and without saying a word, went over to my suitcase which was still standing just inside the door. I opened it and took out a brown envelope. I also brought my hand bag over and took out my driver's licence and National Insurance number card. I handed these and the envelope to Jools.

"What's this?" she said suspiciously.

"Look at them."

She did so. She marvelled at the driver's licence, "Nicola Evans? Where did you get this?"

"Look in the envelope too."

She pulled out the passport and my birth certificate. "My goodness, how on earth did you do this?"

I grinned, "Impressive isn't it? I can't tell you the details, but let's say that having a father in the legal business came in handy."

She was dying to know all the details, but I refused to tell her. She eventually got the message. "Well, will there be any record of this?" she asked.

I shook my head. "It's as if Nick Evans never existed," as I said this, I felt a little pang somewhere deep inside. Nick Evans hadn't been a bad guy and I would miss parts of him. I shook my head to clear such silly nostalgia and brought my mind back to the present.

"What's wrong?" Jools asked softly having noticed some reticence in my expression. I shrugged and she went on, "Difficulties adjusting?"

I nodded, "Something like that I guess."

She looked at the documents again, "Wow, this is totally amazing. Is that everything sewn up then in this regard?"

I went on to tell her about my visit to Mrs. Forbes and told her how things had gone. She was a little unsure at first, but when I assured her that we could trust Mrs. Forbes she was happier. She agreed that it made sense, but like me hoped that we were being extra paranoid.

She waved my driving licence in the air, "This means you can drive again."

"Not yet," I said shaking my head.

"Why not?"

I grinned, "I have to go buy a car first."

"Uh huh? Got something in mind?"

I grinned. I did.
 

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"Are you serious?" Jools whispered to me.

"Who wouldn't be?" I murmured as I ran my hand over the sleek contours of the car, "I've always wanted one of these."

She giggled, "There's still some male left in you obviously."

I winked, "Believe it honey."

Just then the salesman came over to us. He was dressed in the stereotypical slick business suit and the manner to match it. "Afternoon ladies, now I'm all yours, how can I be of assistance? I'm Dave Kingston."

I smiled, "Hi Dave, I'm Cara and I'm thinking of buying a car."

He smiled at me and I spotted his eyes doing the usual up and down. To be fair, I hadn't exactly dressed the most modestly today and that was quite deliberate. I was wearing a smart black jacket and skirt suit. The skirt was as you might expect, not the longest. With my black stockings and high heels, I knew I was creating the desired effect.

"Well Cara, you've come to the right place. Are you interested in the MGF?" he gestured to the convertible beside us.

I blinked a few times and smiled, "Who wouldn't be?"

He laughed, "I can just picture you driving it. Do you want to test drive it?"

I nodded, "Would that be OK?"

"Oh most definitely," he turned to Jools, I'm afraid there isn't much of a back seat, and I have to go on any test drives so..."

Jools got the message. She shrugged, "Oh I'll just wait here."

We drove out of the lot and I turned right. I had always fancied having an MGF convertible. Sleek and sporty, fast and fun. It was a sexy car. The engine purred and responded fantastically as I depressed the accelerator. I was aware of Dave glancing over at my legs. My skirt had ridden up a little as I had changed gears. Let him look. I was unashamedly doing the thing that all females had done for many years: using their sexuality to help them get what they want.

We got out back at the showroom. "Well what did you think?" asked Dave.

I nodded and shrugged, "I like it." I sighed wistfully, "I really do and I've always wanted one, but to be honest, I don't think I can afford it at  £15,499. But thanks for letting me test drive it. Maybe one day."

I half-turned away but he called me back. I smothered my grin. "Yes?"

He smiled affably and spread his hands, "Look, let me see what I can do for you. A pretty lady like you deserves such a car."

I looked down and feigned embarrassment, "You're flattering me Dave."

He laughed, "Oh not at all. Let me go and check with the boss."

I smiled sweetly, "Thanks."

He went into an office. Jools hissed at me, "You're not even giving him a chance. He'll be offering to buy it for you next." I grinned.

He came back and smiled, "Look, the best I could do for you would be to give it to you for  £15,000. Best I can do."

I nodded and smiled, "Great, I'll take it."

He looked slightly taken aback at my swift response, but I had known I was going to take it when I walked in. "Uhh, ok. Do you need a finance loan?"

I shook my head, "I'll bring a cheque for the full amount when it's ready."

Now he looked even more perplexed. "Oh alright, well great then."

We left. My new car would be ready in about 2 weeks. I had ordered a metallic silver colour. "Are you sure you've spent enough on your car?" Jools asked.

I grinned, "We've just landed a 100k advance and you think I can't afford it? Don't worry Jools, I'm not going to go out and become a spoilt rock star bitch. Well not immediately. But I always wanted a really nice car. I need a car right now, so why not buy what I want?"

She grinned, "I guess. We're going to need to talk about finance and money I see."

I laughed, "Yeah, but not today. Come on and let me buy you some dinner, I'm starved."
 

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We sat over coffee the next morning and began to discuss the band. "Have you any thoughts in mind?" Jools asked.

I nodded, "Well one thought anyway."

"Who?"

"Jon Peters."

Jools nodded slowly, "Of course. Yes. But isn't he in a band at the moment? I think I even heard they were doing quite well."

I nodded, "Yes, but the last time I was talking to him, well a month or two ago, I got the impression he wasn't exactly happy. A few interpersonal difficulties within the band."

Jools raised an eyebrow, "Really?" She loved music gossip.

I nodded, "Yes. I think 'smelly drunken slobs' was how Jon described them."

Jon Peters. Possibly the best undiscovered lead guitarist talent in the country. OK, I was probably biased. We'd first met at high school, but his family moved to Bangor in North Wales when we were fifteen years old. We'd jammed a bit back in school, but had lost touch after he moved. We bumped into each other at a gig in a South London club three years ago. Like me, he'd moved to London after leaving school and was trying to make it. He'd been through series of bands that had got nowhere. Our musical tastes were very similar and we had tried to get a band going together. We'd done a few gigs together, him on guitar, me on piano and vocals. The music had been good, but the spark was missing. We'd given up and both moved on to other things after about six months of going nowhere. Every so often, he'd come over to my place or vice versa, we'd have a jamming session, chat, swap stories of repeated failures and the like. I hadn't seen him for a few months. He'd been touring somewhere in the North of England with this new band. They seemed to be getting a name for themselves, but he didn't seem to be enjoying it.

Jools interrupted my reverie, "So you think he would be interested?"

I shrugged, "Hope so."

She regarded me thoughtfully, "Are you planning on telling him?"

"Hmm?" I asked.

"You know what I mean."

I sighed. I nodded slowly, "I think so. Well not initially. If he wasn't interested, there would be no point telling him, but I guess if he agreed I'd have to tell him."

"How would he react?"

I shook my head, "I have no idea."

"You're sure about this?"

"Jools, you've heard him. He's the best around."

She nodded, "Granted. But you two tried it before and nothing happened."

"Jools I tried lots of things before and nothing happened. Things seem to be happening now; I think it could be different. Jon is a genius, he can make a song come alive. I think he is what we need to add an extra dimension to the music."

"OK, so how do you want to do this?"

I thought. "Well you'll have to ring him. He'll remember you. Tell him you have an opening, see if he is interested."

"What if he says no? What if he says he's in a band right now?"

I grinned, "Jools, you're extremely persuasive. As I sit here like this with you now I am a living testament to that fact. Tell him to come, meet me, hear the music, jam for an afternoon. No strings attached. No commitment."

She nodded, "OK. When?"

"As soon as possible, we need to get moving on this."
 

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Jools had managed to track Jon down sometime the next afternoon. He was initially reluctant. He said he was sort of in a band at the moment. Jools seized the opportunity hinted at by his vagueness and persuaded him to come over the following afternoon. He wasn't overly thrilled when he heard it was a female artist he was coming to play with. I knew Jon had always fancied himself as the lead guitarist in a high octane male rock band. But I hoped he would see past that and realise the opportunity here.

Monday came and we were going to set up and play in the back room behind Jools' office below the apartment. I couldn't believe how nervous I felt as the time drew closer. I wasn't keen on having any lunch and I think Jools sensed my apprehension. "Hey relax, after what you've come through up to now, this shouldn't be a problem."

She was right. But try telling that to my stomach. I grinned, "I know. I'll just go and make myself presentable." I put on a beige blouse and my denim skirt and long boots. I checked my makeup and touched it up. I gave my hair one last good brush. I looked good. But I still felt nervous. We had decided that Jools would wait downstairs and meet Jon. She was going to tell him a bit about me. Leaving out the 'who I used to be' part. She was quite clear that she was not going to tell him that; that was up to me later. She would tell him about the recording contract and sing my praises a bit. Then she'd call me down and we'd meet, chat and I'd play some of the songs and take it from there.

I heard the doorbell and heard her welcome him in. I forced to myself to sit on the sofa and not pace up and down. After what felt like hours, but was actually only twenty minutes when I checked the clock, Jools called up the stairs to me. I took a deep breath and calmed myself before walking down and heading through to the back room.

Jon was standing there looking sort of awkward, leaning up against one of the walls. I walked in and smiled shyly, "Hi."

His eyes brightened when he saw me, "Uhh hi. Cara? I'm Jon Peters." He pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps over to where I was and held out his hand.

I shook his hand, "Thanks Jon for coming over. I've, uhh, heard a lot of good things about your playing." I was consciously trying to suppress my Welsh accent as the last thing I wanted right now was a conversation about where I came from.

He shrugged and looked a little uncomfortable. That was the funny thing with Jon: like all lead guitarists he had the ego to match and wanted to be the absolute best. But when you complimented him he came over all sort of shy. "I've heard a lot about you too...well in the last few minutes. I hadn't heard of you before Julie phoned though to be honest," he said apologetically.

I shrugged, "I wouldn't have expected you to."

There was an awkward pause and Jools cleared her throat, "Look Cara why don't you play Jon some of your material and see what he thinks."

He shifted awkwardly and began hesitantly, "Look I don't know if I'm wasting your time here. I'm like in a band at the moment and I'm not really looking for anything else right now."

Jools smiled her diplomatic smile, "We're not doing anything else this afternoon. At least listen, maybe play along and give us some constructive feedback."

He smiled and shrugged, "OK." He resumed his leaning against the wall posture.

I went over to the keyboard and made sure the mike was at the right height. I took a moment to compose myself and then launched into 'Nine years old again'. I poured all my nervous energy into my performance: playing and vocals. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was worried that he was going to recognise me and ask me what the hell I was doing. I moved on into 'Not dancing, but flying' and closed my eyes as I put as much feeling into it as possible. By now, I was loosening up a little and looked over at Jon. He smiled. He didn't look bored, in fact he looked quite interested. I grabbed my guitar and raised the mic stand. I got the sequencer ready. I had some backing tracks, drums, bass and keyboards, to give the remaining songs a stronger foundation.

I started the sequencer and led into 'Living life in colour'. This was more Jon's style, a good rocky number. I made myself focus my gaze on him and directed the performance at him. I noticed his foot tapping as the upbeat chorus kicked in. His eyes flicked between my face and my left hand. He was reading the chords.

I moved straight into the heavier rockier feel of 'No half measures' and I really belted it out. He was now smiling openly and nodding. Again he was following my chord changes and I could see him half closing his eyes as if playing out a riff in his head. I wasn't far off the mark. When the song finished he bent down, opened his guitar case and lifted out his pride and joy. A vintage 1972 Gibson Les Paul guitar. No-one but no-one was allowed to touch, let alone play his guitar. He was obsessional about it.

"Nice guitar," I remarked.

He grinned and looked for all the world like a proud father who has just watched his son run the egg and spoon race at the school sports day. "Uhh thanks. Listen, can you play that last song again and mind if I join in. Nice feel to it."

I nodded, "Sure. It's in G." I knew rightly he was well aware of the key.

He grinned, "I know. Don't worry, I'll pick it up as we go along." He plugged his guitar into the amp and checked the sound. He fiddled with the treble and bass until he was happy with the sound.

I counted us in and restarted the sequencer. I began the verse and heard Jon play some low distorted chords. As the chorus began, he added little solo riffs between each line. I grinned over at him and he gave me a half-smile. By the second chorus he built up the riffs into more frenetic runs. Instead of singing the bridge, I shouted, "Guitar solo." And that was all he needed, he bent his right knee and his hands took off. Eyes closed in that typical 'other worldly' look of soloing guitarists he let his hands have free run of the guitar. It was amazing. We finished the song on the last chorus with him interspersing power chords with little solo runs. Playing live was always exhilarating, but there was something about playing live with someone else. In sharing the moment, the experience was doubled, not halved.

I grinned over at him, "You're not bad."

He laughed, "You're not bad either."

I smiled deprecatingly, "Oh well, I get by."

He nodded thoughtfully, "Good song. I like it."

"Thanks."

"Got any more?"

I smirked, "Well yes, but it's a little different."

He nodded, "Want to give it a try and I'll jam along?"

I shrugged, "Sure. I'll get the sequencer running, I'll not bother with the guitar myself in this one." Once the sequencer was ready, I took the mike in my hand, murmured, "Key of E," to him and started into 'I just wanna be me'.

"Feelin' the weight of others' expectations, Pushing me down, pressing around me, Building into disappointments, anger and frustrations, Why oh why can't they understand and see."

He listened and twiddled a little as he got the hang of the song. I had written it with a swing big-band feel but as he listened and started to play along, he played blues chords and runs on the blues scale. I hadn't thought about doing that at all. I would have thought it would have made the song sound disjointed, but it worked. It sounded great.

"I don't wanna be somebody elses' puppet, Don't wanna have to say yes and always agree, You're squeezing me, smothering me - why don't you just stop it Cos I just wanna be me. I'm dreamin' my own dreams, not fulfilling yours, I'm throwing off the bonds, I'm gonna be free, I'm releasing my true spirit, a spirit that endures Cos I just wanna be me."

By the last chorus, I couldn't help myself, I was strutting and striding across the stage, well OK the back room floor. As we finished Jon hit a diminished 7th and let the sound fade slowly. I laughed, "That was awesome."

"It was," he agreed.

"Oh, you're modest too?" I teased.

He smiled at me, "I was talking about you."

I blushed, "Oh err thanks."

He nodded, "You've got a great voice and I really like your writing." He let the words hang there and he stood there looking as if he was pondering something.

I interrupted him gently, "Jon, I think you'd be a fantastic addition to what we're doing. We need someone like you and from what I've seen and heard, I'm not sure that there is anyone like you."

He looked at me and inclined his head. He nodded slowly, "What's the deal?"

Jools jumped in, "Well we would have to sort out percentages and so on if you were interested."

He grinned and shook his head, "I'm not talking about money. I'm more interested in where this is all going and what part you see me playing in it." He looked back to me.

I smiled, "I see us going to the top. Making great music, enjoying every moment, a good tight band, chart records, top selling album, world tour, fame and fortune."

He laughed, "Now who's the modest one?"

I shrugged, "Got to aim high. It's not worth going for less."

He set his guitar back into its case carefully and closed the lid. Standing up he nodded slowly again, "And what about musical creativity, song writing and all that?"

I think I knew what he was getting at. I began slowly, "Jon, I think in every good band, not everyone is a song writer. It can't work like that. But I think you need more than one person to spark good writing. Speaking honestly, I would see myself doing most of the writing, but I need the input of someone else, someone who knows good music and who is prepared to tell me when things suck. I'd be keen for that person to be able to bring new ideas and songs and we could work on them and see where we go."

He looked me in the eye, "You think that person is me?"

I nodded and met his gaze, "I do."

He clenched his teeth together a few times. I recognised the sign. Deep thought in process. He tutted a few times and then nodded. He looked up sharply, "OK."

I nodded my head slowly, "OK?"

He grinned, "I came here today thinking I would humour Julie, meet some girl who thought she needed a lead guitarist, and then get out of here and back to my band. But, you've intrigued me. I like the music, I see potential and I want to be a part of it."

"But what about your band?" I asked.

He blinked, "What, you're trying to talk me out of it now?" He shook his head, "Wasn't really going anywhere to be honest. The other guys are mostly jerks. So if you still want me, I'm in."

I smiled from ear to ear, "That's great Jonboy!"

His smile disappeared and I bit my lip. "What did you call me?" he asked. I knew I had made a mistake. 'Jonboy' had been his nickname back at high school and he wasn't overly fond of it. In recent years no-one called him it and he just about tolerated me, or Nick rather, doing it. It had just slipped out without me realising it. He was staring at me intently and looked quite puzzled.

"Err," I began hesitantly, "I don't know, it just came out."

He frowned and spoke slowly, "There's only one person who has called me that in years." He looked at Jools and I could see him working it out. He looked back at me and shook his head, "I've a very strange feeling about what is happening here. What I'm thinking can't be true, can it? The person who I'm thinking of certainly has connections to Julie..." He looked closely at me and then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I don't believe it." He knelt down and closed the last few clasps on his guitar case and picked it up and started to head for the door.

"Jon wait!" I called.

He stopped and slowly turned around, "Are you going to tell me what is going on...Nick? Or is this all some big joke that I'm not getting?"

I looked down at the floor and then looked back up at him, "It's not a joke, I will tell you, but come in and sit down. It's a long story."

He looked at me as if I had two heads, "It is you? I can't believe this, I never saw it until there now. This is crazy." But he set the guitar case down and took a seat. I nodded to Jools and to the door and she got the hint and slipped out closing the door behind her.

"What's this all about Nick? What the hell are you doing like...that?"

"Like what Jon?" I said softly.

"Well like...a woman."

I paused and tried to think of how best to approach this. I couldn't think of anything very clever so I just started talking, "Jon, I'm not like a woman. I, well, I am a woman now."

He closed his eyes for a moment and then looked at me with confusion on his face, "What you mean you've gone and well..."

I sighed, "Jon, I'm not going into details of anatomy or anything. I've decided to live as a woman. I know it sounds hard to believe, but I know this is right for me. I don't expect you to understand really."

He nodded, "Got that right. Dude are you messed up or what?"

I gave a mirthless chuckle, "Jon, look at me, do I look messed up? Seriously, look at me and tell me what you see."

He looked uncomfortable and shifted in his seat, "Uhh, what?"

I looked him in the eye, "Just look at me and tell me what you see."

He lowered his gaze, "I see a woman."

"Is that all?"

He looked up at me again and screwed his nose up, "What do you want me to say? That I see a real looker? A babe? Alright, you look good. I have to admit when you came downstairs and I saw you for the first time, I was pretty well impressed. But now to find out that you're..." He shook his head. "Why are you doing this? Is it just about the music?"

"No Jon. Well yes part of it is the music. I mean you heard me sing there today, what did you think?"

This was easier territory. He shrugged, "I thought it was one of the best female voices I've heard."

I nodded. "It came as a big surprise to me too. But it's not just that. My life sucked. Took me a long time to realise it. I just didn't realise why or what was wrong. Until now."

"So what, you're saying that you like being a girl?"

I nodded, "Yes. Jon, this is me. This is who I am. I'm not going to get all highbrow and say that this is how I was always meant to be. I don't know about that, but I do know that this is who I am now."

"Well look, that's fine for you Nick..."

I interrupted, "Please stop calling me that."

He backtracked, "Sorry. Cara then if that's what you want. But if you want to do this, OK mate, go for it. But I think this is too weird for me."

"So a minute ago, you were all for signing up, but now you want out? Why? What's changed? The music? The potential?"

He shrugged, "It just doesn't feel right. It's weird."

With more intensity than I expected I leant forward, "I know it's weird. Believe me, it is weird for me too. But I'm dealing with it, can you not see past it? I mean, we've worked together in the past, we got on well didn't we? We worked well together, didn't we? Same musical leanings and ideas? So now, when you see the potential we could have working at this, why don't you want to give it a chance?"

He sighed and sat in silence for a few moments. Gently I spoke, "Jon, I never thought you would be prejudiced like this."

He shook his head, "I am not prejudiced. It's just...this is a lot." He paused, "And when exactly were you planning to tell me all this? You were going to were you?"

I nodded and rubbed my eyes, "Jon believe me, I was going to tell you."

"When? After we recorded the album? Toured the world? Or just sometime when you got round to it?"

"Today. If you agreed, I was going to tell you. I wasn't going to let you walk out of here without knowing."

He looked at me and nodded, "Alright Ni...Cara, I believe you." We sat in silence for several minutes. He shook his head again, "Shit."

"What?" I asked.

He gave a wry grin, "I really can't believe this is happening."

I prompted slowly, "You want to be a part of this don't you?"

He looked at the floor and then looked up at me and nodded, "I do. But I don't know if I can deal with this. I'm going to have to think about it."

I nodded slowly, "That's fair enough, I can appreciate that."

He stood up slowly, "Look, let me sleep on it. I'll be in touch tomorrow."

I stood and folded my arms and felt very vulnerable all of a sudden, "OK."

He half-smiled and picked up his guitar and headed for the door.

"Jon?"

He turned, "Yeah?"

"You won't tell anyone about this? It's kind of a secret as you can imagine."

He half-snorted half-chuckled, "I'll bet." He paused, "No. Either way, I'll not say a word."

I smiled, "Thanks."

He took one last look at me and shook his head, "Unbelievable." He left and said a quick goodbye to Jools before exiting to the street.

Jools came back in, "Well?"

I sighed, "Not well."

She winced, "He didn't take it well?"

I shook my head, "You could say that."

"Is he in or out?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. He's going to think about it."
 

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I felt a little depressed the next day. Things hadn't gone exactly as expected with Jon. I didn't know how long it would be before he got back to me. Thankfully I didn't have to wait too long. At lunchtime, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello err Cara?"

"Hi Jon," I suddenly felt very nervous for no explicable reason.

"I umm, well was thinking about...yesterday and all..."

"Yes?"

"Look, do you want to meet up for a coffee and we'll talk, face to face?"

I hesitated, "Well sure. Where?"

"How about the Starbucks near St. Paul's? Three o'clock?"

"Sure. I'll see if that suits Jools."

"No," he said quickly, "that is, I just want to talk to you, if that's OK."

"Err alright Jon. I'll see you at three."

"OK bye."

I set the phone down. He had given no hint as to what he was thinking. I replayed the brief conversation over in my mind and decided that he wanted to see me in person to let me down gently. I sighed and shrugged. I wrangled over what to wear and eventually decided to go as I was dressed: lilac body top and blue jeans. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and checked my make up. I looked fine. I had a feeling of dread. Ever since I had thought of putting a band together, I couldn't envisage it without Jon. As far as I was concerned, there was nobody else who could even come close to him. I had sort of thought that with us having been friends, he would have accepted me a lot easier. But I guess it was just the opposite.

I left Jools' flat just after two to give me enough time to travel in on the Tube. Where Jools lived was a lot more convenient to the city centre than where I had been living. A simple ride in on the central line brought me to St. Paul's. It was a grey cold January afternoon and although I was a little early, I headed straight for the relative warmth of Starbucks. Jon was already there at a table in the corner. I gave him a little wave and went to the counter to get a latte. He stood up as I arrived at the table. I found this a little amusing and I think he realised this. He gave me a sheepish grin as we both sat down.

"Hi Jon.

"Hi."

He sat there looking at me and didn't say anything else. I raised an eyebrow, "Speechless?"

He half shrugged, "You could say that." He stopped again.

I took a sip of my latte and set the cup down. I smiled at him, "OK, what's on your mind?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know, but I had to know.

He nodded, "Well. I just wanted to meet you someplace public. Well out I mean." He frowned, "I'm not explaining myself very well. I wanted to see how you...get on." He sighed and shook his head.

I thought I understood, "You wanted to see if I still looked like and could act like a woman even out in public?"

He nodded, "Yes. I reckon that's pretty much it. I know that sounds a little lame. But I was just curious."

I permitted myself a wry smile, "And? How am I doing?"

He shifted a little in his seat, "Well, not bad I guess."

I laughed, "Oh Jon, easy on. I'll not be able to fit my head out of the door with such praise."

He smiled, "Well you know what I mean. You look...well you look good and you seem very...natural."

I nodded, "Thanks. And you wanted me to come alone to prove that I could go out by myself without support?"

He nodded and looked a little embarrassed, "Yeah."

I leaned forward and softly said, "Jon, I've been out dancing, I've been singing in front of people, I've shopped 'til I dropped, I've been living like this for some time. If you think I can't manage it or think I'll go to pieces in public, let me put your mind at rest. I'm fine, this is who I am."

He pondered this and then looked at me thoughtfully, "You know that's what makes it so hard to accept I think. If you were finding it difficult, I think I could understand better."

I paused for a moment, "It's not that I don't find it difficult at times. I do. It's not that it's plain sailing because believe me it's not. But that's life isn't it? Because something is difficult doesn't mean it's not worth doing. It's usually the opposite." I then added, "Gaining others' acceptance is one of the hardest things."

He winced, "Ouch. I probably deserved that though." He sighed, "I just can't help it though. It's not that I don't 'accept' you; I just find it hard to take in. It's not every day that one of your friends changes sex."

I grinned, "I guess you're right. But to get down to business, have you thought about things?"

He nodded slowly, "Yes, I have."

I sighed, "Am I going to have to drag it out of you bit by bit?"

He wrinkled his brow, "If I knew what I had to tell you, it would be fine. But I'm not sure."

I prompted gently, "Tell me what you are thinking."

He thought for a moment and then began, "OK. Musically I want to do it. I see the possibilities and the real chance of making it and that excites me and is something that I want to be part of." He stopped.

"There's a 'but' coming isn't there?"

He nodded, "Yes. I'm just not sure if it would work out. To be honest, it might have been better if you had never told me the truth."

I grinned, "I didn't actually tell you first off, remember you twigged to it yourself. Which was why I would have told you anyway. It wouldn't have been fair not to."

"I know," he said, "but if I didn't know, it would be a lot easier. I just find it hard to think of you as...well as a woman, as Cara. I keep thinking you are Nick and it doesn't seem right."

"Do I really remind you of Nick that much?"

"Well yes and no. You don't look much like him. Well that's an understatement. But the way you talk, your humour, your playing - there's a lot of Nick there."

I nodded and smiled, "Well, there is a lot of Nick in me you know. Is that a bad thing?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. I just don't know if I can get past that and be able to work with you well enough to make this a goer."

We both sat in silence for a few moments. I began slowly, "Look, I hear what you are saying and I think you do want to be involved in this. Yes?"

He nodded and I went on, "Well how about you give it a try. I mean, there's not much else to lose is there? You weren't happy with what you were doing."

He screwed up his nose, "Yes, but..."

I interrupted, "Why not say we'll try it for a year? Make the album, release the singles, go on tour if that materialises. If it works out, great. If not, well then we cut our losses and put it down to experience."

He still didn't look convinced, "It may not be as simple as that."

I spread my hands on the table, "Well Jon, it's your decision. I can't make it for you."

He looked at me for a few moments and then nodded reluctantly, "OK. Let's try it."

"Great," I winked, "but I want you to tone down your enthusiasm, I think you're getting a bit too excited."

He laughed, "Yeah right. OK, we'll give a shot."

We went our separate ways and I had told him that I'd give him a call in a few days so we could start to look for other band members and begin to work on the songs. He was going to let the members of his band know he was leaving although he would honour the gigs they already had booked for the next month or so. As I returned home, I had mixed feelings. I was glad that Jon was in, but couldn't quite fathom his reticence.
 

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"Cara, are you paying attention?" Jools asked pointedly.

"Umm, yes?" I said absent-mindedly. We were sitting at Jools' kitchen table and she was going through contract details. I had been day dreaming.

"No you weren't," she said indignantly.

I grinned, "OK, sorry. I guess my mind drifted off a bit."

Jools sighed, "It is important you know."

"I know, I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

Jools shrugged, "Well look basically, I've checked through the contract and got a solicitor to have a quick look at it and it all seems in order. I think we should sign and get it back to Sony."

I nodded, "Was the solicitor expensive?"

She looked at me, "This from the girl who blows fifteen grand on a car?"

I smiled, "OK, point taken. Right then, where do I sign?"

"Don't you want me to go over the details with you?"

I shrugged, "I wouldn't understand the half of it, and if you think it is alright, I'm happy. Isn't that what a good manager is for?"

Jools nodded, "Well yes."

I interrupted, "Well then, where do I sign?"

She sighed and pushed it over, "Just there. I'll sign above as your representative."

I signed it and Jools signed above mine. She said, "Now, that's not all contractual details sorted. We need to sort out a contract between me, you and the band."

"We do?"

She nodded, "Yes, your income will be paid to CMA and we need to formalise our arrangements."

CMA was Carstairs' Music Agency, the name Jools operated under. "Uhh ok," I added intelligently.

She smiled, "You don't want me running off with all your money do you?"

I laughed, "True, couldn't trust you as far as I could throw you. So what do we do about a contract?"

Jools winked, "I just happen to have prepared a draft version."

I grinned, "Why does that not surprise me?"

Jools smiled beatifically, "That's what you pay me for. So here, you have to read this one."

I groaned and took the document. It was three pages of text and then several extra sheets for signatures. I read through it. A lot of legal type language but I was able to follow it for the most part. It all seemed fairly straightforward to me. There were some blanks on the sheets for signing. I mentioned this, "Jools, there are blanks here where I think there should be some names and percentages."

She nodded, "Yes, well we need the other band members' names to fill in their parts and we need to discuss the percentages."

I nodded, "Well what do you think Jools?"

She wrinkled her nose, "Well it's really for you to decide."

I shrugged, "How much should you get?"

She looked uncomfortable, "Well the standard figure would be ten percent."

I nodded, "Are you happy enough with that?"

"Yes, of course I am."

I nodded, "Well then ten percent it is. What about the rest?"

"How many band members are we looking at?"

I thought aloud, "Me, Jon, a drummer, a bass guitarist and a keyboard player most likely."

"How do you want to split it?" she asked.

Now I felt a little uncomfortable, "I don't know. I suppose I should get more than an even share?"

"Hell yes!" she exclaimed, "You should get the majority of it, I mean you are the named artist. I would think you should take fifty percent and split the rest between the band, ten percent each."

I chewed my lip and thought about it, "I'll take forty percent, twenty percent for Jon and ten percent for the others whoever they turn out to be. Does that sound OK?"

She nodded, "That's fine if that's the way you want to do it. Why give Jon twenty though?"

I shrugged, "I see him as playing a more important role than just another band member."

She seemed happy with that and we signed our respective parts. We would have to get Jon and the future band members to sign their parts at a later date. Thankfully that seemed to be all the bureaucracy that was required at present. Jools headed out to drop the contract in to Sony in person. I was going to go with her but she told me that stars didn't drop in their own contracts and this was what I was paying her for. She thought we would have the advance within a few days. This was good as I had a car to pay for at the end of the next week. My poor maths was able to cope with working out forty percent of one hundred grand. After paying for the car I would still have twenty-five thousand left. It was hard for me to comprehend such an amount. It was strange to not have to think about where I was going to get money from or how I was going to make ends meet. Yet I had a strange nagging feeling that I should be doing something work wise in the meantime. I wasn't quite sure what I was thinking. I would have to try and sort my thoughts out.

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