The audition had been all right, Lucy reflected in PE, as she stood on the rounders field keeping a lazy eye on the game. Not too scary, and she managed not to stammer by concentrating hard on her singing. It had been quite fun watching some of the boys… all trying to out-cool each other as potential leather-jacketed T-Birds. Suddenly an image of Sam entered her mind. Well, if she were honest, he’d entered her mind a few times – OK, a lot of times – since she’d seen him at the farm on Sunday. She was counting down the days until she’d see him again, even though the thought of talking to him made her stomach fall into her shoes.