Anne-Marie and I grabbed it out of their hands and read it out loud. “Parental consent forms?” Anne-Marie made a face. “Will you be able to sign those for me, Mrs Parker? I don’t need an actual parent to sign them, do I?” “Well, your mum has agreed for me to look after you while we are here, so I don’t see why not,” Mum said. “But if it has to be an actual parent, I’m sure we’ll be able to fax the forms to your mum or dad to be signed.” “If you can find them,” Anne-Marie said, looking at me. “Shouldn’t we be focusing on this part?” I said, picking up the fax. “The bit where it says we have to have a piece of music prepared because they are going to ask us to sing a solo!” “Yes, I was wondering about that,” Mum said dubiously. “You can sing something from Spotlight!, can’t you?” “Except that everyone will be doing that,” Anne-Marie replied thoughtfully. “We need something different…Hey, maybe we can get Danny to come over and teach us the words to ‘You Take Me To (Kensington Heights)’!”
