It was after band practice, one Saturday in ’72. I was breaking down the kit, ready to carry it back down the hill to our house. We practised in Chris & Steve’s house (guitar and bass) on most Saturday afternoons. My brother Phil & I (guitar and drums) lived at the bottom of the hill, on the same road. Anyway, as I was unscrewing the bass drum pedal, I became aware of someone standing next to me. I looked up. It was Steve’s girlfriend, Angie. She smiled down at me, her blonde hair falling across her face.
“Do you want any help?” she asked.
They hadn’t been going out very long, so I didn’t know her too well. She was tall, slim and incredibly pretty. And she had a smile to wrap yourself up in. It lit up her face. And she smiled a lot. She was a really happy kid.
“Thanks. You could undo the nuts on the cymbals for me.” She nodded.
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