Rocky Road by Susannah McFarlane

Emma and Elle spun themselves around Emma’s bedroom, singing and dancing to the latest Pink Shadows song. Emma was trying out a new dance move and Elle was singing passionately into a hairbrush. They had raided both Emma’s wardrobe and her dress-up box and the resulting look was a combination of crazy fairy and rock chick: black jeans, old tutu, heaps of bangles and necklaces and, as a finishing touch, sparkling tiaras. They had also been working on a dance routine and when thesong reached the chorus, Emma and Elle were back to back, singing at the top of their voices.
    We’re gonna rock.
    It’s our time to shine.
    Yeah our time is now!
    Don’t say don’t,
    Don’t say wait.
    We’re gonna rock,
    We’re gonna shine!
    The song finished and they both collapsed on the beanbag, laughing and exhausted. Emma’s older brother, Bob, burst in.
    â€˜Are you two okay?’ asked Bob, with a broad grin on his face. ‘Do you need medical help? Oh, I see, you were singing. Sorry, I thought you were in pain.’
    â€˜Hilarious Bob, see you!’ and with that Emma shut the door, perhaps a little too loudly.
    â€˜Brothers!’ said Emma. ‘Ugh!’
    â€˜Tell me about it,’ said Elle, who had two of them, ‘but that was fun as, Em, wasn’t it? It was the best.’
    â€˜Well, maybe not quite the best,’ said Emma. ‘If it was really the best, we would have been eating chocolate too.’
    â€˜True,’ agreed Elle. ‘And we would be going to the Pink Shadows concert. They are playing here this week. How much fun would that be?’
    â€˜Tickets sold out months ago,’ sighed Emma, ‘and even if there were some left, I’m not sure Dad would let me go.’
    â€˜Mine wouldn’t either,’ replied Elle, ‘but at least we have our band practice tomorrow.’
    â€˜Yes! I’d forgotten that,’ said Emma. ‘Maybe we can teach the others our dance routine. It will be great for the band. Come on, let’s do it one more time.’
    So the girls got up and did it all over again, adding a few more moves and loving every minute of it. Elle kept thinking of new bits to add to the routine and teaching Emma, who was amazed how her friend just came up with all these crazy moves.
    Emma loved music, she loved playing it, she loved listening to it and she loved dancing to it. Sheloved it when she was happy; she would sing at the top of her voice and bounce around the room. She liked it when she was sad; she would listen to slow songs over and over, thinking how terrible everything was, until, that is, she cheered up again. When she was angry she would strum her guitar strings so hard it hurt her fingers. Whatever her mood, Emma loved the way music could match it and how it expressed her feelings.
    She loved playing music with other people too. She and her friends had formed a band. This week it was called Squishy Music but last week it was called Beat Girls and the week before that it was, rather randomly, called We ♥ Penguins.
    The girls’ school had band instruments and students were allowed to book in and use them in the music room. The girls had a regular Monday lunchtime practice. Emma was lead guitar and Hannah was bass guitar, Elle keyboards and Isi, Isi was drums. It was the only instrument that could cope with her excitement levels. All the girls took it in turns to sing, although Emma was happy to let the others take the lead; she was content playing in the background.
    After Elle had gone home, Emma sat on her bed playing her guitar. Her puppy, Pip, and her kitten, Inky, were on either side of her. She started playing the opening bars of the Pink Shadows song but then wandered into playing a tune she was making up herself. She hummed along as one hand moved along the neck of the guitar while she picked through the strings with her other. Pip and Inky were not the most attentive audience, indeed they were