“Right.” Charley turned on him and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek when she dropped back. “I’ll see you in maths. Remember! This is our year.”
Jayden rolled his eyes at her and let her go.
* * * *
The Brightside Theatre was a small, almost timid construction on the north edge of the town centre, a fifteen-minute bus ride from school, or a thirty-minute walk in this September mildness. It had two theatre halls, a small lobby, and a cafe that was barely ever open. It had been a project by the council five years ago to bring more culture to town, and Mum’s amateur dramatics group (the horrifically named Stars) had promptly moved in for rehearsals and, three times a year, performances.