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trying to peer inside the room.
    ‘Afraid
not,’ hippy girl tells us. ‘He’s popped into the town.’
    ‘Why?’
I ask. What could he possibly want from the town? I don’t think that prostitute
will still be hanging around.
    ‘He
was admiring my pleasure beads,’ she explains. ‘Would you like to see them?’
    I
think I say no about as quickly as Troy says yes, but it’s too late. Hippy girl
disappears into her room and returns with her pleasure beads, which thankfully
are around her neck.
    ‘Wearing
these beads will bring you pleasure. I bought these from Groovy Baby in the
town centre just yesterday, and they brought me Dylan. He’s gone to buy some.’
    ‘That
man does not need any help finding pleasure,’ Troy says with a snigger, so I
elbow him in the ribs.
    ‘Well,
because he’s found you,’ he assures the hippy chick, but she’s not buying it.
Then again, she did steal him from a prostitute so I doubt she’ll be going out
and buying wedding magazines any time soon.
    Thankfully
she’s too far out (stoned) to care, and she happily gives me directions to
Groovy Baby.
    ‘Be
sure to pick up some pleasure beads while you’re there,’ she calls after me.
    ‘You
don’t need them,’ Troy tells me with a wink. ‘You’ve got me.’

Chapter Ten: Rascals, scoundrels, villains and
knaves
     
    Troy
and I have briefly separated. He’s gone to tell his manager that he’s hanging
out with me for a while and I’ve just been to tell Mikey that I haven’t found
his brother yet, but that he hasn’t to let Claire know. He says he’ll cover for
us but come 6pm if Dylan isn’t on the bus they will leave without him. He’s
usually very tolerant of his brother’s antics, but the gig tonight is for a
charity and he isn’t going to let them down, even if it means performing
without a front-man.
    As
I stroll through the lobby I spy Troy, and he’s talking to a girl. I try and
ignore any feelings that may or may not be jealously. As I approach them I
realise it’s the girl from last night, Dylan’s first conquest, the one who has
his phone.
    She
has a huge smile on her face as she chats to my Troy – that is until she sees me.
    ‘You
again,’ she says rudely. ‘You’re still not getting that phone.’
    ‘Can
I have it?’ Troy asks her, realising who this girl must be. ‘I’ll give you an
autograph.’
    She
nods before handing Dylan’s phone to Troy and in return he scribbles his
signature on a piece of paper for her.
    ‘Laters,’
she says, walking away without a thank you.
    We
watch her drag her purple suitcase towards the door, tightly clutching Troy’s
autograph in her hand.
    ‘Well
that was easy,’ I say as Troy hands me the phone. ‘I should take a celebrity
with me everywhere I go – I wish you were with me earlier, I could have kept my
dress.’
    ‘Just
make sure the celebrity you drag around with you is a world famous movie star,’
he advises.
    ‘Why
is that?’ I ask, unsure what he means.
    ‘She
thought I was Orlando Bloom. Quick, let’s get in a taxi before she realises I’m
not.’
    I
smile at him. He’s really gone out of his way to help me these past few hours
and I’m not sure what I’d be doing if I hadn’t bumped into him in the bar.
    ‘Thank
you,’ I say as soon as we’re in the taxi and on our way to Groovy Baby.
    ‘It
was nothing. His accent is pretty easy and I knew enough Pirates of the
Caribbean quotes to pull it off.’
    ‘Not
just for impersonating a movie star.’ I squeeze his hand. ‘For everything.
You’ve made what should have been a nightmare of a night actually pretty fun. I
won’t forget that.’
    Troy
places and hand on my neck and pulls me close for a kiss.
    ‘I
told you, it’s me who should be thanking you. I never have any fun anymore, and
I’ve certainly had fun with you. I’ve taken taxis, braved a haunted hotel
floor, I’ve heard a lady old enough to be my grandma chat about self-love, and
I’ve met all kinds of different women