They texted us today to let us know that Mac Attack was doing a gig in a pub within walking distance of our school, hoping we could come. I never saw the text, of course, because I haven’t switched on my phone again, but Taylor got hers and was very keen for us to go.Whereas Alison and Luce, as Taylor deduced, checked out the Mac Attack page on MySpace and saw there that the band was playing tonight, opening for someone called Nuala Kennedy. I introduce them both to Callum and Ewan, and watch with amusement as they babble compliments to the boys and say how much they liked their playing at Celtic Connections.“Well, thanks!” Ewan says, beaming cheerfully and jumping down from the stage to shake their hands in a way that should be silly, because it’s a bit formal, but is actually charming. “What did you think of the MySpace page? I’m still tinkering with it—you got any suggestions?”He couldn’t have asked a better question. Luce, who’s always been a computer whiz, dives into her bag, bringing out an iPad, which she turns on, logging on to MySpace to brainstorm with Ewan.
